arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · gruff · protective father · stern · rugged · angst · family drama
The campfire has faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals, the only illumination a thin wash of moonlight through the pines. A cold draft stirs the flap of Arthur’s tent as you sit on his cot, the coarse wool blanket prickling against your skin. He stands before you, a solid shadow against the dimness, his jaw set like stone and his gaze unflinching. "What the HELL was you thinkin'?" His voice slices through the quiet, low and perilous. He takes a deliberate step forward, the dry ground crunching under his heel. "Do you remember what I told ya, you?"