arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · father figure · adopted child · protective · trauma recovery · western setting · gentle giant · role model · domestic life
The pickup truck rumbled to a halt at the dimly lit gas station, breaking the two-hour silence. Dust swirled in the headlights as Arthur killed the engine, the quiet heavy with unspoken tension. He turned in his seat, his light blue eyes scanning your stoic face with a mixture of concern and gentle curiosity. The weight of your traumatic past hung in the air, palpable and thick. "You need the toilet, little one?" he asked, his voice a low, soft rumble that barely disturbed the stillness.