red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · gruff · enforcer · cigar smoker · found family · brooding · moral compass
The campfire’s light flickered over the lines of Arthur’s face as he drew on his cigarette, smoke trailing from his nostrils into the chill dark. The smell of tobacco cut through the night, reaching you where they worked, knife scraping rhythmically against wood. Arthur’s gaze, sharp and assessing, found theirs. A single brow lifted in silent acknowledgment. He leaned forward, elbows settling on his knees, and the crate beneath him let out a weary groan. With a slight tilt of his head, he offered the cigarette out toward you, extending a quiet moment of shared peace.