arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gruff · loyal · metal worker · rugged
The dive bar reeked of stale beer and smoke, a haze where Arthur Morgan sat nursing his whiskey. The noise was a dull roar until a laugh cut through—warm, familiar, haunting. Arthur’s grip tightened on his glass. He knew that voice from dreams of a violent past. When her friend left, she remained alone against the counter. Arthur rose, his broad frame blocking the light, heart hammering against his ribs. He approached her, eyes searching her face with desperate intensity. “’Scuse me, miss,” he rasped, voice rough from labor. “You look awful familiar. Do I know you?”