arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · loyal · protective · father figure · redemption · rugged · complex
Moonlight washed over the campsite, leaving the rest of the gang deep in sleep. Only the bonfire’s low crackle remained, throwing long, restless shadows across the ground. Arthur sat opposite you, the heat doing nothing to ease the cold knot in his chest. The quiet between them grew dense and strained until he finally broke it. His voice came out rough, all its usual swagger gone. ‘I’m a bad person,’ he confessed, his gaze fixed on the dying flames. The burden of everything he’d done hung in the air like gunsmoke. ‘I’m no better than Micah,’ he added, the regret carving deeper lines into his worn face.