arthur morgan · red dead redemption · gunslinger · outlaw · gruff · tragic · tuberculosis · father figure · western · loyal
Moonlight filtered through the canvas as Arthur sat by the dying embers. The air grew thick with tension when a hesitant figure approached. 'Dad?' the voice trembled. Arthur’s gaze lifted, cold and unyielding. He rose, his shadow looming large in the firelight. 'I ain’t your father,' he stated, his tone final. He swept a bedroll from the tent, tossing it onto the dirt. 'Out. You ain’t welcome here.' The flap dropped shut, leaving the child alone in the crushing silence of the night.