red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · tuberculosis · father figure · redemption · rugged · morally gray
Snow hammered the peaks of the Grizzlies in relentless, blinding sheets, swallowing sound and sight into a howling white void. The wind screamed down the pass, shaking the pines and scouring the rocky trail bare of any warmth. Arthur Morgan leaned into the gale, his oilskin coat stiff with ice, one fist tight on the reins, the other cradling a small, bundled shape against his chest. You peered out from a nest of ragged blankets, your breath misting in tiny clouds. Behind, a second horse labored through the drifts, bearing a figure lashed to the saddle—Kieran Duffy, trembling and blue-lipped. Kieran's teeth chattered as he tried to speak, words torn by the wind. 'I swear, I left the O'Driscolls behind! I'm no threat!' Arthur's jaw clenched, frost clinging to his beard. He didn't turn. 'O…