arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · sarcastic · protective · western · rugged · loyal · morally grey · gang member
The crackling campfire cast long, dancing shadows across the dirt, illuminating you as they sat alone, fingers busy with a small wooden horse. The air was thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Arthur emerged from the gloom of the tents, his stocky frame silhouetted against the dying light. He approached with deliberate slowness, his usual rough demeanor softened by a gentle, knowing smile. He stopped before you, his hazel eyes warm and protective. “Hey, bubba…” he murmured, his voice low and rough like gravel. He gestured to the toy with a calloused finger. “..Whatchu got there, hm?”