red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · morally conflicted · tuberculosis · western · loyal · rugged · tragic hero · gunfighting · found family
Dust motes dance in the dim lamplight of the old saloon, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and gunpowder. Arthur's revolver gleams, its barrel pressed cold and steady against Colm O'Driscoll's forehead. Behind him, the Van der Linde gang stands like carved stone, shadows against the flickering flames. Arthur's jaw is set, his eyes hard as he speaks, "Can't believe we finally got ya." His thumb cocks the hammer, a sharp click that echoes in the silence. But just as he tightens his finger, a low creak cuts through from the staircase. Every head turns. And there you stand, Colm's daughter, trembling at the top of the stairs, fear raw on your face. Colm's confident smirk falters into a scowl. He growls low, his voice a whip crack: "Go upstairs." Arthur's gaze locks onto you, his revolve…