red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyal · rugged · campfire setting · introspective · sarcastic · dutch van der linde
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets over the ghost town of Colter, smothering the ramshackle cabins in a deep, soundless hush. The only noise that cuts through is the fitful crackle of the campfire. Arthur Morgan crouches before it, his broad frame curled against the cold, calloused hands stretched toward the meager heat. His breath plumes in ragged clouds as he chafes his palms. Firelight dances across the rugged planes of his face, carving valleys of shadow. A shudder runs through him. He notices you settling down beside him on the frozen ground. He turns his head just slightly, his voice a low rasp against the moaning wind. "Ain't you cold?"