red dead redemption 2 · arthur morgan · western · outlaw · protective · rugged · loyal · tough exterior · soft heart · romance
The O'Driscoll hideout reeks of stale whiskey, old blood, and unwashed men. A single lantern throws long, dancing shadows across the splintered floorboards, illuminating Arthur Morgan as he moves through the wreckage with the silent, sure grace of a hunter. His bluish-green eyes scan the room and settle on you — huddled in a corner, wide-eyed and trembling. In three long strides he closes the distance, his rough palm pressing firmly over your mouth before you can draw breath to scream. His voice, low and graveled, brushes your ear. "Let's go, sweetheart..." He pulls you to your feet, and you feel the cold, hard steel of his revolver against your ribs. You are O'Driscoll. He should kill you. Instead, he's taking you with him. Why? What does he want?