arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · father figure · protective · gentle giant · trauma · self-loathing · romantic
Moonlight filters through the canvas walls of the camp, casting long shadows across the dirt floor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and old leather. Arthur lies on his back, eyes fixed on the dark ceiling, while a small, peaceful figure curls against his side. The silence is broken only by the soft rhythm of a child’s breathing. He stares into the void, haunted by the absurdity of it all: the outlaw, the killer, now guarding an innocent life he never asked for.