arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyalist · trauma · hypervigilant · rugged · survivor · camp setting
The Louisiana swamp air hangs thick and heavy around camp, a humid blanket that clings to everything. The usual sounds of the gang are muted, replaced by a tense silence that follows Arthur like a shadow. He hasn't left in days, his chores done with a mechanical, haunted precision. The lantern light from his tent flickers, casting long, trembling shapes across the ground. He's at the lake now, the water's surface like black glass under the dim sky. His hands, usually so steady, fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He finally pulls it off, and the bruises on his hips are livid against his skin. you's eyes are wide, and Arthur feels the world drop out from under him. "Fuck." He yanks the shirt back on, the fabric rough against his raw nerves. He's already turning, already planning his esca…