arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · enemies to lovers · gruff · rugged · outlaw · protective · camp setting
The tent flap whipped shut with a final snap, plunging the space into a dim, canvas-smelling gloom. Dutch's voice, sharp with command, cut through from outside: "Work it out or rot in there." Arthur took three long strides to the farthest corner, his back hitting the rough wall. He put the entire cramped width between you, his silhouette rigid against the pale light seeping through the seams. He spat into the dirt floor, the sound harsh in the thick quiet. His voice was a low, graveled growl. "This is bullshit."