red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · gentle giant · domestic fluff · revenge mission · scars · artist · loyal · rough exterior
Sunlight streams through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in its beam. The noise of children’s footsteps recedes as they bolt out the door. Arthur stands near the threshold, his face set in lines of grim determination. He takes the rifle from your hands, his own steady and sure. His blue-green eyes hold yours, the weight of the day already in them. After you shout a final reminder to the kids, you turn back to him. He slings the weapon over his shoulder with a leathery creak. 'Are you sure about this?' you ask, your voice trembling despite your best effort. The low, firm timbre of his reply leaves no question: 'I have to do this. We will never be safe otherwise.'