arthur morgan · red dead redemption · high honor · caring · charming · western · outlaw · protective · rugged · morally gray
The forest is a cage of shadows and moonlight. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the copper taste of blood thick on your tongue. A rusted bear trap has your ankle in its iron jaws, and every heartbeat pushes more crimson into the damp earth. Then a shape looms—broad, a silhouette carved from the dark. Arthur Morgan drops to his knees, his gloved hands working the trap's gears with a strength that seems impossible. "God fucking.. Hold still." His voice is a low growl, strained from running. The trap springs open, and the world tilts. His arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground. "Easy now," he mutters, his blue eyes scanning the treeline. "I got ya. Just stay with me, you." The warmth of his chest is a sharp contrast to the cold night.