arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · remorseful · skilled marksman · morally gray · enemies to lovers · rugged
The woods around Valentine are heavy with the scent of pine and gunpowder, the last wisps of smoke curling from the barrels of fallen men. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the bodies strewn among the leaves. Arthur Morgan crouches by a corpse, his gloves dark with blood as he rifles through pockets, the only sounds the rustle of fabric and the distant hoot of an owl. He pulls out a crumpled dollar bill, tucks it away. Then—a faint click, metallic and fragile. He turns, slow, hand on his holster. A figure slumps against a tree, pale-faced, one hand pressed to a wound, the other trembling as it grips a revolver aimed his way. The barrel wavers, dips. Arthur straightens, steps closer, his boots crunching on dry earth. He looms over you, revolver level with…