red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · dutch van der linde · gritty · morally gray · rugged · complex backstory
The backroom of the saloon stinks of old beer and dry rot. A sliver of moonlight cuts through a cracked window, catching the tense line of Arthur Morgan’s shoulders as he shoves you against the rough wooden wall. His palm is clamped over their mouth, his bluish-green eyes fixed on the door where the law might be listening. The air is thick with judgment and the sour tang of fear. He leans in, his breath hot against you’s ear, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly whisper that sounds as tired as he feels. 'I’m not a bad man, you. I’m just *overwhelmed*.'