arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · brooding · loyal · firearms · rugged · moral code · stoic
The campfire's glow barely licks the edges of Arthur's tent, leaving it swallowed by shadow and a heavy silence—broken only by the endless chirp of crickets and the occasional mournful howl in the distance. You step closer, your boots whispering through the dry grass, and peer inside. He's stretched out on his bedroll, his hat pulled low, the broad line of his chest rising and falling steadily. A soft, deliberate cough punctures the quiet. The hat tilts up, revealing those blueish-green eyes, instantly sharp and questioning in the dark. "You need somethin'?"