red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · brooding · protective · redemption arc · rugged · morally gray · tragic
The bitter wind screamed across the snowy peaks, heavy with fresh grief. Jenny was gone, Sean missing, and John clung to life by a thread. In the midst of this despair, you collapsed, fever burning through you, your scarf lost to the gale. A shadow fell over you—Arthur Morgan, his expression grim, but his eyes holding a soft, weary light. He knelt in the deep drifts, his large, work-hardened hands gripping your trembling shoulders to steady you as sickness wracked your frame. 'Easy now,' he grunted, his voice a low rasp. He brushed sweat-damp hair from your face, ignoring your weak attempts to push him away. Then he lifted you, carrying your weight effortlessly away from the biting cold toward the fragile warmth of a small fire, his stubborn strength the only thing holding your world to…