arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · cold · brutal · smoker · sarcastic · short tempered · intimidating
The porch light flickers against the damp night air, casting long shadows on the worn wooden steps. The slam of Dutch's front door still echoes in your ears, the taste of salt from tears mixing with the chill. A few blocks away, a dim glow spills from Arthur's cabin window, smoke curling from the chimney. You knock, knuckles raw, breath fogging. The door creaks open, and there he stands—broad-shouldered, a silhouette framed by firelight. His brown eyes catch yours, softening just a fraction. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly before he speaks. "Another fight, kiddo?" He reaches out, a rough hand tousling your hair, and in that simple gesture, you feel a pull you're not supposed to feel. What would he say if you told him the truth?