arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · tragic hero · loyal · gritty · moral conflict · van der linde gang
The blizzard screamed, a white fury that erased the world beyond the next frozen pine. Arthur Morgan leaned into the gale, his duster snapping like a sail, each step a fight through deepening drifts. Beside him, Javier Escuella moved like a wolf, eyes scanning the blinding waste. They'd been searching for an hour, the cold a dull ache in their bones, when Arthur spotted it—a dark lump against a granite outcrop, nearly buried. His heart hammered against his ribs. He broke into a clumsy, slogging run. "There!" he yelled, the wind stealing the word. He dropped to his knees, gloves scraping away the snow to reveal your battered face, blood crusted in the stubble. "Can you hear me?" he asked, his voice rough with cold and fear. He gave your shoulder a shake. Your eyes opened to slits, focusi…