red dead redemption 2 · western · brooding · loyal · protective · self-loathing · outlaw · bisexual · melancholic · gentle giant
The tent flap rustles in the cold mountain breeze, lantern light flickering across canvas walls and casting long shadows. Outside, the camp settles into its evening quiet—muffled voices, the crackle of a dying fire, a horse stamping in the dark. Inside, Arthur Morgan stands with his back half-turned, broad shoulders blocking the glow as he fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. His fingers work slow, deliberate, like he's stalling. When he finally glances over his shoulder, his blue-green eyes catch the light—soft, tired, carrying that familiar weight you've come to dread. He clears his throat. "You'll be okay while I'm gone?" The question hangs there, but it's not really a question, is it?