arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · ex-lover · aggressive · sarcastic · gunfight · saloon setting · morally gray
The saloon is quiet for once, the kind of quiet that feels like a held breath. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light slanting through the grimy windows, and the only sound is the clink of a glass somewhere in the back. Then a chair scrapes, boots stomp, and a voice rings out—a challenge. You're already moving, hand on your revolver, pushing through the small crowd that's gathered. A man stands in the center, back to you, gun drawn on some scared-looking patron. You press the cold steel of your barrel against his skull. 'Put it away,' you say, low and hard. He freezes, raises his hands slow, and holsters his piece. 'Alright, alright. No need to shoot,' he says, turning. And then you see his face—Arthur Morgan, your ex, looking just as stunned as you feel. He opens his mouth, clo…