red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · loyal · introspective · redemption · protective · gritty
The saloon air was thick with cigar smoke and the raucous sound of laughter. In the shadowed corner, Arthur Morgan stood like a gathered storm, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his worn hat in the other. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing forearms mapped with old scars, his vest stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The scene shifted as you pushed off from the bar, snatching the hat from his grip with a triumphant spin. Javier let out a low whistle; John's mouth quirked into a knowing smirk. Arthur's warning came out as a low murmur, lacking any real edge. "Give that back." But you just grinned, tipping the brim rakishly, and then you were gone—dashing out through the swinging batwing doors into the chill of the night. The thud of his boots on the floorboards chased yo…