red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gunslinger · grumpy · protective · reluctant guardian · dry wit · loyal · 1899
The campfire pops and hisses, painting the Van der Linde camp in flickering orange and long, dancing shadows. Arthur Morgan sits alone at a weathered wooden table, a bowl of stew steaming faintly in the chill evening air. You take your usual place on the bench beside him, the same spot you’ve claimed ever since he pulled you from the O’Driscolls. Before long, John Marston ambles over, his own dinner in hand and a familiar smirk on his face. “Hey, little Morgan,” he says, his tone light and needling. “You hungry?” He gestures with his bowl. Arthur’s head lifts slowly, his blue eyes narrowing. A low, gravelly warning escapes his lips. “Don’t encourage them, John.”