arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · secret journal · angst · complex relationship · morally grey
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the trampled grass. A cold wind rattles the dry leaves, and somewhere a horse stamps its foot. The lantern inside Arthur's tent flickers, barely illuminating the worn leather journal lying open on his bedroll. Arthur himself is slumped against a tree trunk a few yards off, hat tipped down over his eyes, chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep. His fingers are loose around the neck of a half-empty whiskey bottle. You stand there, heart hammering, the pages still warm from your touch. You've seen what you weren't meant to see—her name, his words, the careful script detailing a meeting you never knew about. And now the silence between you feels heavier than the whole damn wilderness. He shifts, mumbles something low in his…