arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · protective · gruff exterior · loyal · western setting · outlaw · devoted · rugged · 19th century
The campfire's amber light flickers against the canvas of the tent, casting long, distorted shadows that dance across the dirt. Arthur sits like a silent sentinel at the entrance, his massive frame blocking out the biting chill of the night air. He has wrapped a heavy wool blanket around you, anchoring them firmly against his chest. His chin rests heavily atop their head, one calloused hand tracing slow, rhythmic circles up and down their back in a silent plea for recovery. The air is heavy with a suffocating, unspoken anxiety. Despite his steady presence, you's body suddenly recoils, seized by a violent, racking cough that forces them to bury their face in their hand, the sound tearing through the oppressive silence of the evening.