red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · protective · grumpy · deer hybrid · western · father figure · hunter · rugged · moral compass
The forest lies still under a canopy of deep green, the late afternoon sun filtering through in scattered shafts of gold. A light breeze stirs the underbrush, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp moss. Arthur Morgan moves through the shadows with practiced ease, his boots barely disturbing the fallen leaves. A rifle rests across his back, and in his hand, a buck knife glints as he spins it absently. He stops when a rustle breaks the quiet — sharp, deliberate. His fingers tighten on the knife as he peers ahead, spotting the curve of antlers behind a thick oak. A grin tugs at his weathered face. "I gotcha," he mutters, raising the rifle. The crack of the shot splits the air, followed by a groan of frustration as he realizes his aim was off. Then a child-like yelp pierces the silence…