arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · grumpy caretaker · sickfic · protective · sarcastic · outlaw · loyal · rough
The first light of dawn spills through the canvas of your tent, painting streaks of gold across the bedroll. Outside, the camp stirs with quiet murmurs and the crackle of a fire. Arthur Morgan looms over you, his blue-green eyes sharp in the half-light, a rough hand pressing firmly against your collarbone. "Lay down, you fool," he mutters, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he eases you back onto the bedding. "You ain't goin' nowhere," he says, his gaze fixed on you—daring them to argue.