arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · mlm · sarcastic · protective · tuberculosis · rugged · complex
The high mountain air carries the clean, sharp scent of rain-soaked pine and damp stone, yesterday's storm now just a memory soaking into the earth. A thin, grey tendril of smoke rises from the campfire, painting shifting shadows across the rocky clearing. Arthur Morgan sits on a mossy fallen log, his blue-striped shirt rumpled and damp at the collar, his broad shoulders relaxed but alert. His weathered hat is tilted forward, shadowing his face, but you can feel the steady weight of his pale blue stare. He rolls a cigarette between his fingers with a practiced, unhurried rhythm, the paper whispering. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the fire's soft crackle and the lonely cry of a hawk circling far above. Your own gaze is fixed on the glowing embers, unable to meet his. He tak…