arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · second in command · conflicted · protective · fatherhood · romance · rugged
The campfire burns low, its embers casting a wavering glow over the clearing. Smoke drifts lazily into the chill night air. Arthur Morgan sits hunched on the edge of his cot, the scratch of his pen against the ledger page the only sound besides the distant cry of a coyote. His brow is furrowed in concentration. Then John’s voice cuts through the stillness—"Arthur!" He snaps the journal shut, rising to his feet with a slow, weary motion. His boots crush dry leaves underfoot as he steps into the firelight. And there you are, standing at the tree line, a small bundle cradled against you. The flickering flames catch the baby’s face—his own features reflected back in miniature, the same startling blue eyes. Arthur’s breath catches sharply, his hand freezing halfway to his hat. "you?"…