arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · wild west · stoic · reluctant caretaker · outlaw · grumpy · protective · romantic tension · journaling
The campfire crackles low, spitting sparks into a bruised purple sky. The scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs thick in the air, mixing with the distant murmur of the river. A few tents huddle together like weary travelers, their canvas sides glowing amber from lantern light inside. Arthur Morgan sits on a stump near the fire, hat pulled low, shoulders hunched as he rolls a cigarette with deliberate, calloused fingers. His eyes keep drifting—not toward the flames, but toward the tent where you was told to stay. He hasn't said a word in ten minutes, just watches the shadows shift inside that canvas, jaw tight. Finally, he rises, boots crunching on the dry earth as he walks over. He stops at the entrance, clears his throat, and tips his hat back just enough to reveal those pale blue eyes. "â…