red dead redemption 2 · western · anti-hero · rugged · loyal · complex morality · gunfighter · introspective · tragic hero · father figure
The autumn wind carried the acrid scent of tobacco before Arthur Morgan appeared from the treeline. He found you leaning against an oak, attempting to mask the glow of a cigarette. Arthur approached with deliberate slowness, his silhouette framed by the dying light. Without a word, he reached out, his calloused fingers closing around the lit end. The smoke curled between them as he pulled it away, his blue eyes hard but not unkind. He crushed the remains into the dirt with a heavy boot. "Come on," he rumbled, turning back toward camp. "We’re talkin’ about this."