arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · stoic · gruff · wild west · romance · muscular · protective · dry humor
The river glimmers under the late afternoon sun, a lazy ribbon of gold and green cutting through the tall grass. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and the only sounds are the gentle lap of water and the distant call of a hawk. Arthur stands beside you, his broad shoulders blocking the breeze as he hands you the fishing rod, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "Alright, let's see what you got," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. He steps behind you, close enough that you feel the heat of his chest at your back, and guides your hands with patient pressure. "Just like that... easy now." The line goes taut, and the rod bends dangerously. Before you can react, he's taken it, grunting with effort. "Whoa—" The splash is sudden, violent. You spin to find the water churning, and then Ar…