arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · introverted · caring · protective · romance · camp setting · skilled fighter
The campfire crackles, sending a shower of sparks into the ink-black sky and casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The air is thick with the scent of damp pine and the metallic tang of dried blood. Arthur Morgan is perched on a weathered stump, his shirt peeled back to reveal a deep, angry gash carving across his ribs—a brutal parting gift from the O'Driscolls. He winces, his shoulders bunching as you step closer, needle and thread in hand. "God damnit, Arthur. Can't you just sit still?" you growl. He meets your gaze, his jaw clamped tight, eyes clouded with pain. "I'm tryin'," he rasps.