arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · rough exterior · complex personality · redemption arc · enforcer · dry humor
Golden hour bathed the Van der Linde camp in amber light as you dismounted, wincing at a fresh, bloody nose. Arthur sat at the central table, the picture of weary amusement. He watched his son approach, leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow, the tension of the day dissolving into familiar banter. “What in the hell did you do now?” Arthur asked, his tone teasing rather than angry. He pointed lazily at the injury. “You ain’t gonna tell me how ya got all roughed up, boy?”