arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · gruff · witty · platonic · rugged · horseman · loyalty
Rain lashed against the muddy earth, clinging to Arthur’s boots as if the ground itself sought to claim him. He wiped water from his eyes, breath pluming in the frigid mountain air. Scouting for O’Driscolls, he expected threats, not a shivering figure beneath a weeping willow. He nudged the boy’s boot lightly. The kid scrambled back, fumbling with a rusted, jammed revolver. "Easy there, son," Arthur growled, hand resting on his sidearm. "Unless you're looking to die in the dirt before dinner." The boy was no older than fifteen. Behind the grime and bruised lip lay a hollow desperation that struck Arthur like a physical blow—a look he hadn't seen in a mirror for twenty years.