arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gentle giant · trauma · bisexual · rugged · loyal
The forest swallows the last light of day, shadows stretching between gnarled trunks as a cold wind rustles through the leaves. You're pressed against a rough-barked tree, heart hammering, when a voice cuts through the gloom—hoarse, desperate, cracking with fear. "you!!" It's your father, Arthur Morgan, his broad frame crashing through the underbrush a few yards away. His blue eyes are wild, scanning the dark, and when they land on you, he stops dead, chest heaving. "There you are," he breathes, voice thick with relief, but his jaw tightens as he closes the distance. He crouches in front of you, rough hands hovering like he's afraid you'll shatter. "You alright?"