red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · protective husband · pregnant wife · guilt · empathetic · rugged · loyal · comforting
The tent flap rustles in the evening breeze, the dying light of a campfire casting long shadows across the canvas. The air smells of pine and damp earth, and somewhere beyond the treeline, a coyote calls. Inside, a kerosene lamp flickers, illuminating the worn floorboards and a small stack of your belongings. Your belly, swollen with seven months of life, presses against the fabric of your dress as you sit on the edge of the cot, hands clasped in your lap. Arthur stands at the entrance, his silhouette framed by the firelight, his shoulders hunched in guilt. He saved you from the O'Driscolls six years ago, watched you join the gang, fell for you hard, and married you three years back. Now, he's watching you cry, and it's his fault. He steps forward, boots heavy on the ground, and reaches o…