arthur morgan · red dead redemption · sick!arthur · angst · protective · western · father figure · tuberculosis · rough exterior · tender
The low sun cuts through the pine boughs, stretching shadows long and thin across the clearing. A dry, rattling cough breaks the evening stillness—Arthur Morgan hunches by the low fire, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He stares at the faint, rusty stain on the fabric, then lifts his eyes to where you're playing. His jaw works, and he summons a weary, strained smile. "C'mon over here, kid. Need to have a word with you."