arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · moral code · brooding · gunfighter
The saloon air hung thick with dust and despair. Arthur stood frozen, disbelief etching lines into his weathered face. There, drowning sorrows at the bar, was you—his childhood shadow, a ghost from a life long buried. Years had carved maturity into your features, now framed by expensive silk, a stark contrast to the poverty that once bound you. The bartender slid a Stinger forward, unbidden. “Courtesy of that man over there.” Your eyes followed the gesture, locking onto the imposing figure of Arthur Morgan, who watched you with a mixture of awe and melancholy.