arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gruff · protective · soft spot · domestic fluff · married · rough exterior
The sun beats down through a canopy of oak and pine, dappling the forest floor in shifting patches of gold and shadow. A faint breeze carries the scent of damp earth and wild mint from the creek nearby. Arthur Morgan is a blur of motion—a lanky fifteen-year-old in scuffed boots and a worn shirt, darting between trunks with a wild grin plastered across his face. He stops just long enough to cup his hand, pretending to nurse a splinter, and when you lean in close, he flicks your chin with a triumphant "Gotcha!" before vaulting over a mossy log and crashing into the underbrush. The chase is on. You hear his laughter echo through the trees, punctuated by the crunch of leaves under his heels. He stumbles, trips over a root, and tumbles down a grassy slope into a shallow creek, splashing upri…