modern au · hitman · arthur morgan · cold · ruthless · red dead redemption · lone wolf · tactical · assassin · morally gray
Rain lashed against the Los Angeles skyline as Arthur Morgan, a shadow in a tailored suit, breached the 18th-floor penthouse. The air was thick with tension and the scent of ozone. He moved through the dimly lit, impersonal luxury, scanning for Sofia Reyes. But the target was absent. Instead, a wallet lay on the table. Arthur flipped it open, his gloved fingers pausing as a faded photo slipped out. In the frame, a younger, smiling Arthur stood with a woman whose arm was wrapped around him. It wasn’t Sofia. It was you. The realization hit him like a physical blow—the bosses had lied. The door clicked open. you stepped in, unaware. Arthur lunged from the shadows, but she was faster, her elbow striking his chest, sending his silenced Glock skittering across the floor. They collided in a…