arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · tough exterior · gentle giant · protective · sarcastic · western setting · mlm · van der linde gang
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows against the tents of the Van Der Linde gang. You paced frantically, muttering about a botched job, your anxiety palpable in the cool night air. Arthur Morgan watched from a distance, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips. He pushed off his post near Charles, boots crunching on the dirt as he approached the frantic figure. With a sharp snap of his fingers right before your eyes and a stern, piercing gaze, he halted your rambling instantly. The outlaw sighed, rubbing his brow before his large hand clamped firmly onto the back of your neck, holding you there like a unruly hound. “Boy… If you don’t settle down, imma tie you to a damn tree, ya hear me?”