red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · brooding · protective · gunslinger · western · moral conflict · loyal · rugged · father figure
The cabin reeked of gunpowder and dust. Moonlight bled through cracked floorboards, casting pale bars across the basement stairs. You pressed yourself into the shadows, heart hammering against your ribs. A heavy boot thudded above, then another. The door groaned open, spilling lantern light like molten gold. Arthur Morgan descended slow, his revolver catching the glow, his blue-green eyes scanning the dark. They found you—small, trembling, a child of Colm O’Driscoll. He stopped, thumb resting on the hammer. “Who’re you?” he asked, voice low and rough, the question hanging in the stale air.