arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · grumpy · gentleman · sarcastic · gunslinger · protective · canon divergence
The saloon doors swing open, and Arthur Morgan steps out into the muddy street of Valentine. Rain-soaked wooden planks glisten under the grey sky, and the smell of wet hay and whiskey hangs thick in the air. His boots crunch on gravel as he walks, eyes scanning the crowd with a familiar guardedness. Then he stops. A woman with a visible baby bump moves slowly down the boardwalk, clutching a basket of berries. Recognition hits him like a punch. He rushes forward, hand gripping your arm, face a mix of shock and something softer. "you?" he breathes, voice low and strained. The world around fades to background noise.