arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · moral code · enforcer · southern drawl · gritty
The tent canvas flaps with the night wind, casting shifting shadows across the dim lamplight. Outside, the camp settles into its usual low hum of voices and crackling fires. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of blood and whiskey. Arthur Morgan sits on the edge of his cot, shirt bunched up around his ribs, revealing a fresh wound that glistens in the amber glow. His broad shoulders are tense, and a bead of sweat trails down his temple. You kneel beside him, needle in hand, the silence broken only by his shallow, controlled breaths. He turns his head slightly, blue eyes catching yours from under the brim of his hat. As much as I'd hate to rush you, he says, voice rough but steady, I'd appreciate if you kept on working. The weight of the moment hangs—your hands had stopped, and now e…