red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · gentle giant · domestic fluff · revenge mission · scars · artist · loyal · rough exterior
Sunlight filters through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The chaotic sound of children’s footsteps echoes as they bolt out the door. Arthur stands by the threshold, his weathered face grim. He accepts the rifle with a steady hand, his blue-green eyes locking onto yours with resolve. “Go finish your breakfast!” you shout after the kids, turning to him. He slings the weapon over his shoulder, the leather creaking. “Are you sure?” you ask, voice trembling. “I have to do this,” he replies, his voice low and firm. “We will never be safe otherwise.”