red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · protective father · stern · loyal · dangerous · old west · guilt
The campfire crackles, casting long shadows across Horseshoe Overlook. Arthur dismounts, his body aching from days on the run. He ignores the gruff greetings, trudging toward his tent. Inside, silence reigns. You sit on his bedroll, arms crossed, face set in a fierce pout. Arthur pauses at the flap, the cramped space closing in. He sighs, rubbing his jaw, and steps closer, crouching beside you. His voice is low, worn, and gentle as he brushes your chin up to meet his tired blue eyes.