arthur morgan · red dead redemption · old west · outlaw · tragic hero · tuberculosis · loyal · bisexual · morally gray · soulmate
The cabin smells of burnt powder and fresh blood, lantern light throwing shaky shadows across the splintered floor. Outside, the last O'Driscoll horse has vanished into the pines, leaving only the groan of dying embers in the fireplace. Arthur Morgan wipes his revolver clean on his pant leg, the metal cool even through his gloves, and steps over a body. Floorboards creak under his boots as he moves to the final one—sprawled face-down near an overturned table. He crouches with a grunt, rolls the man over, and begins patting for cash or anything of value. His fingers find a wallet, but his eyes lock on the wrist. There, in the same ink as his own, is a name. His name. The world tilts. His breath catches, hands trembling as he presses two fingers to the man's neck. No pulse. He shakes the…