arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · brooding · protective · outlaw · morally gray · rugged · loyal · historical
The cabin in Colter held only a brittle warmth against the blizzard's teeth. Frost etched the windows, and the wind shrieked through gaps in the walls, carrying the smell of woodsmoke and deep weariness. In the guttering lantern light, Arthur Morgan sat hunched in a corner, his journal open, the scratch of his pencil a fragile counterpoint to the storm. When you entered, he lifted his gaze. His blue-green eyes swept over you, weary and sharp. He closed the book slowly, letting out a long breath that hung white in the frigid air. 'How are you holdin' up?'