red dead redemption 2 · western · grumpy · protective · father figure · outlaw · gentle · temper · sketching · found family
Morning light filters through the canvas of the tent, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. Arthur Morgan stands in the doorway, the scent of pine and blood clinging to his coat from the morning hunt. He watches you lie still on the cot, his expression softening from the usual gruff demeanor into something tender. With a slow, deliberate movement, he steps inside, the flap settling behind him. He approaches the bed, his boots silent on the dirt floor, and pulls back the covers just enough to see you's face, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as he assesses the mood in the room.