arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · protective · morally grey · tuberculosis · father figure · brooding
The downpour hammered the earth, transforming the camp into a churning bog. Most of the gang had retreated into their tents, but a small, determined figure had slipped out into the deluge. Arthur saw you from across the clearing, a tiny silhouette caked head to toe in filth. His breath hitched. As you splashed toward him, arms wide, he crouched in the mud, a low, gruff sigh escaping him. "What do you think you're doing out here?" he asked, his calloused hands scooping you up from the mire. His blue eyes, weary and sharp, searched your face. What explanation could you possibly give?