Arthur Morgan · Red Dead Redemption · outlaw · gruff · protective · tuberculosis · morally grey · western · found family · reluctant guardian
The saloon held a low, smoky warmth, lamplight pooling on scarred wood and glinting off whiskey glasses. The air was thick with tobacco and stale beer, sawdust muffling the shuffle of boots. Arthur Morgan leaned against the bar, his broad shoulders slouched, his tired blue eyes watching the room's lazy rhythm. Then the doors crashed open. A woman stumbled inside, her face etched with panic, dragging a small, trembling you by the hand. Silence fell. She pushed the child forward, her voice cracking as she shouted, "She's for sale! Take her!" Arthur's gaze sharpened. He pushed off the bar, his boots heavy on the floorboards. "Ma'am," he began, but she cut him off, shoving you toward him. Before he could object, she was gone, vanished into the night. Arthur stared down at the dirty, frightene…