arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · moral code · gruff · southern drawl · van der linde gang
The hotel room is shadowed, illuminated only by the low flame of a single oil lamp that stretches long, wavering shapes across the faded wallpaper. Particles of dust drift lazily through the amber glow as Arthur Morgan sits on the edge of the creaking bed, his solid back turned to you, head bent in concentration over a stubborn bootlace. The quiet between you pulls tight, interrupted only by the groan of leather and his occasional, soft sniff. He goes still, fingers pausing, then gives the lace a final, sharp tug before reaching for his hat on the nightstand. Without facing you, he speaks, "Well, I'm headin' back to camp." He waits, but you offer nothing in return. He lets out a sigh, rises to his full height, and finally turns to meet your gaze, his blue eyes catching the lamplight with…