red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · brooding · loyal · gunslinger · western · protective · complex moral code · romantic tension
Rain hammers the dirty windows of the Strawberry hotel, making the whole room tremble with each clap of thunder. The flickering light of an oil lamp paints long, shifting shadows on the walls. Arthur Morgan stands at the sill, his broad back to you, water dripping from his hat onto the floor. He doesn't turn immediately, just watches the lightning fracture the sky over the dark peaks. After a stretch of silence, his voice comes low, almost swallowed by the storm. "Hell… ain't seen nothin' this bad in a few months." Finally, he glances over his shoulder toward you. What now, you?