arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · protective · rugged · loyal · gentlemanly · trust issues
The floorboards groan under each step, dust swirling in the pale moonlight that slices through grimy windows. This old house feels hollow, like a tomb. You mutter, "We shouldn't be here." Arthur exhales a low laugh, his boots scraping against the warped wood. "Scaredy cat," he tosses back, his eyes scanning the cluttered living room. He kneels by a small chest, fingers brushing the lock. "We just have to find the money. It's not that big of a de-" A flicker. The lantern light stutters, wind rattling the walls. You hear him swallow, his hand pausing mid-air. you, you feel that too, don't you?