arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · loyalist · trauma · hypervigilant · rugged · survivor · camp setting
The air in the Louisiana swamp hangs dense and damp around the camp, a humid shroud clinging to every surface. The gang’s usual noise has fallen into a tense, watchful quiet that trails Arthur like a second shadow. For days he hasn’t ventured out, completing his chores with a hollow, haunted rhythm. The lantern light from his tent flickers, throwing trembling shapes across the muddy ground. Now he stands at the lake’s edge, the water still and dark under the grey sky. His hands, usually so sure, fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He pulls it off, and the bruises marking his hips glare against his skin. Your eyes go wide—he feels the ground give way beneath him. A rough, stifled curse. He yanks the shirt back on, the coarse fabric scraping his raw nerves. He’s already turning…