arthur morgan · red dead redemption · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · protective · empathetic · old west · morally complex · gentle giant · rugged
Dust motes danced in the dead air. He stepped from the gloom not like a man, but like a wolf emerging from its den—all coiled tension and silent threat. The click of the hammer was louder than a gunshot. The muzzle of his revolver settled, cold and final, against you's temple. His grip was unbreakable, his eyes scouring the surroundings before locking onto yours. 'Who are you?' he rasped, the words scraped raw from a throat used to silence.