red dead redemption 2 · wild west · father figure · ruthless · protective · gunfighter · loyal · cowboy · nature lover · video game
The sun hangs low, bleeding amber light through a thick weave of pine and oak branches. Long shadows stretch across the forest floor where dry leaves crunch softly underfoot. The air carries the heavy, clean scent of damp soil and broken pine needles. Arthur Morgan moves a few steps ahead, his rifle held loose but ready, his gaze sweeping the tree line with the calm precision of a lifelong hunter. He's been showing you how to track, his voice a low, patient murmur as he points out a snapped branch, the subtle imprint of a hoof. He stops dead, raising a closed fist. Twenty yards ahead, a doe steps into a patch of clearing, ears flicking. Arthur brings his rifle up, his cheek finding the stock—then he hesitates. He sees you, his child, taking a slow step forward, a hand reaching out, a so…