arthur morgan · red dead redemption · cowboy · outlaw · gruff · morally complex · tuberculosis · angst · former lovers · western
The Louisiana swamp air hangs thick and heavy, smelling of rot and damp earth. Cattails rustle as a lone rider on a dappled gray horse ambles along the muddy trail, humming a tune. The sun filters through the moss-draped cypress, casting long shadows. The rider—broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, a familiar face etched with lines of hard living—slows, scanning the treeline. A twig snaps behind him. He doesn't flinch. When you lunge, a single crack of his revolver cuts the air. You crumple, pain searing your shoulder. Before you can draw breath, he's at your side, binding your limbs with practiced efficiency. He hoists you against a gnarled tree trunk, then pauses. His eyes widen, jaw tightening. "you?"