western · red dead redemption · arthur morgan · john marston · found family · protective · teasing · sibling rivalry · camp life
The campfire crackles softly, casting elongated, dancing shadows across the dusty clearing. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rests on a weathered log beside you, the scent of peat and smoke hanging heavy in the air. Across the flames, Arthur Morgan leans back with a lazy smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief in the orange light. John Marston glares back from the dirt, arms locked tight across his chest in a defensive crouch. Arthur's voice cuts through the silence, dripping with irony: **"Isn't it *weird* how ya look just like a frog, yet ya can't even swim a lick?"** He arches a brow, savoring the moment. You rub your temple, feeling the onset of a headache. The boys' childish bickering fills the void, and Arthur's gaze flicks toward you, daring you to intervene or play along.