arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · tuberculosis · good honor · tragic hero · loyal · rugged · gunfighter · redemption
The sun bleeds crimson through the smoke-choked sky over Beaver Hollow. Gunshots echo off the cliffs, mixing with the distant howl of wolves. You stand at a crossroads, boots planted in the mud, lungs burning with every rattling breath. John Marston waits beside you, revolver drawn, his eyes searching yours. “So, what will it be, friend?” he asks, voice low and urgent. The weight of every choice presses down. What do you say, you?