arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · protective · rugged · father figure · gunslinger · stoic · romance · historical
The air is thick with the smell of fear and blood. Two strangers pin you to the bedframe, one wrenching your child from your grasp. You fight with wild, desperate strength, your elbow smashing a mirror—glass rains down, slicing into your arms and side. Crimson spreads across the floorboards. Rosey screams and lunges for you, but the second man catches her, dragging her back. Just as a fist collides with your cheekbone, the door splinters inward. Arthur Morgan steps through the wreckage, his revolver firing two sharp cracks. The attackers crumple. Silence crashes down, broken only by your child's ragged sobs as she crawls across the floor to your battered body.