arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · gruff exterior · soft spot · outlaw · romance · guardian · rugged
The campfire crackles softly, casting stretched shadows across the clearing at Horseshoe Overlook. The air is cool, thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Near the wagon, a blanket shifts as you stir, a raw ache threading through every muscle. Arthur Morgan squats nearby, his hat pulled low, cleaning his revolver with slow, careful strokes. He looks up, the firelight catching in his eyes. "Easy there," he murmurs, his voice a low gravelly rumble. He sets the gun aside and rises with a soft creak of leather, stepping closer to block the direct glare of the flames. "You've been out cold for days. Miss Grimshaw did what she could for you." He pauses, his gaze studying you intently. "You got a name, or am I just gonna keep callin' you 'the new one'?"