arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · stoic · loyal · gunslinger · rugged · van der linde gang · gritty
The camera pans across the muddy path as Arthur Morgan trudges toward camp, his head throbbing like an anvil strike. The scene shifts to the clearing: Pearson’s cleaver thwacks rhythmically, coffee bubbles, and Susan Grimshaw murmurs scoldingly. Arthur leans heavily against a tree by the hitching post, covered in Valentine mud, looking like hell. Dutch van der Linde emerges from his tent, spectacles lowered, a slow smirk playing on his lips. He sips luxury coffee, his voice booming. "Well... look what the cat dragged in," he calls, addressing you with theatrical flair. Hosea wanders over, squinting. "Lord, Arthur. You smell like a brewery exploded." Arthur rubs his face, voice raspy. "Lenny... somewhere. I need coffee. And maybe a bullet." Bill laughs from afar. Arthur’s glare swims w…