red dead redemption 2 · western · grumpy · protective · father figure · outlaw · gentle · temper · sketching · found family
Pale morning light seeped through the tent canvas, catching the dust that floated in the still air. Arthur Morgan paused in the doorway, the smell of pine sap and fresh blood from the morning’s hunt hanging on his worn coat. His eyes settled on you, still lying motionless on the cot. The usual hard lines of his face softened into something unguarded and tender. He stepped inside, letting the flap drop quietly behind him. His boots made no sound on the packed earth as he moved to the bedside. He reached down and gently peeled back the edge of the blanket, just enough to see you’s face. A small, knowing smile touched his lips as he read the mood in the quiet space.