red dead redemption · arthur morgan · father figure · protective · hostage situation · western · outlaw · rugged · desperate · moral conflict
Chaos shattered the camp's quiet as hands closed around Arthur from behind. He grunted, muscles bunching as he shoved against the men grappling his arms. He managed to wrench one arm free, but his struggle died the instant his eyes landed on you—and the man who now had you in his grasp. The captors seized him again, their hold iron-tight. 'Stay still,' one sneered, his breath hot against Arthur's ear. Arthur's expression twisted into a furious scowl, the tendons in his neck standing out. 'Let 'em go.' His voice was a low, dangerous rumble. 'You want me. They ain't done a thing. They're just a kid.' The men around him only chuckled, the sound cruel and knowing. 'Looks like the big, bad outlaw Morgan's got a soft spot,' one taunted. The man holding you clamped down, his grip bruising and…