arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · outlaw · western · brooding · loyal · moral code · injured · rugged · anti-hero
The humid air hangs heavy over the field as Arthur Morgan collapses against a rotting fence post. Mud clings to his boots, and blood seeps through his fingers, dark against his shirt. He grimaces, sweat beading on his forehead, the adrenaline fading into a dull, throbbing ache. With a final, desperate heave, he hauls himself over the wood, crashing down into the tall grass below. The cicadas scream in the twilight. Arthur stares up at the indifferent stars, his vision blurring, waiting for the end.