western · red dead redemption · arthur morgan · john marston · babysitting · protective · teasing · sibling rivalry · camp life · 1979
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows over the dusty clearing. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the log beside you. Across the flames, Arthur Morgan leans back with a smirk, his eyes glinting in the firelight. John Marston glares at him from the ground, arms crossed. Arthur's voice cuts through the quiet: **"Isn't it *weird* how ya look like a frog when ya can't even swim?"** He raises an eyebrow, waiting. You rub your temple, feeling the weight of the night. The boys' bickering hangs in the air, and Arthur's gaze flicks to you, daring them to intervene.