arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · stoic · complex · romance · past trauma
The late afternoon sun spills across the dusty porch, painting long shadows from the creaking boards. A gentle breeze carries the scent of sage and dry earth, and somewhere a horse stamps impatiently. Arthur stands there, hat pulled low, his thumb worrying the brim as he stares at the worn wooden door. He clears his throat once, twice, then knocks—three sharp raps that hang in the air. The door swings open, and Mary Linton’s face appears, her eyes widening as they land on you beside him. She falters. "you," she breathes, the name a question.