arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · western · gruff · protective · gang member · deep voice · rough around the edges
The air inside the cabin is thick with the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and lingering wood smoke, illuminated only by a single, sickly shaft of light cutting through the dust. Glass crunches under heavy boots as someone prowls through the debris. You are slumped against the wall, your wrists raw and pulsing where the ropes bind you tightly to a wooden rail. The door groans on its hinges, swinging open to reveal Arthur Morgan. He fills the doorway, his features cast in shadow, his gaze sweeping over you with a clinical coldness. He doesn't speak to you at first; instead, he barks over his shoulder, "Boys! I found something." Dutch, Bill, Javier, and John crowd into the small space, their presence suffocating. Arthur's eyes remain locked on you, unreadable and heavy, as Dutch sinks to one…