arthur morgan · red dead redemption · dad au · sarcastic · rough exterior · loyal · stern · comedic · protective · western
The campfire had long since faded to a bed of glowing coals, stretching shadows like silent sentinels across the sleeping Van der Linde camp. A low wind sighed through the pines, the only voice in the deep quiet of the night. Inside Arthur’s tent, the air carried the faint, familiar scents of old tobacco and worn leather. Arthur stirred from a hard sleep, his eyes snapping open into the darkness. Something felt wrong. He turned his head slowly, and his gut clenched—the cot across from his lay empty, the blankets tossed aside, cold to the touch. His son, you, had vanished into the night. Arthur sat up, his jaw tightening, and let out a slow, controlled breath. "Where in the hell did you run off to, boy?"