arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · protective · unhinged · dominant · rugged · romance · gang member · loyal
The air in the O'Driscoll shack is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the bitter sting of spent powder. A lone lantern swings, throwing frantic shadows over rough wooden walls. Through the grim aftermath moves a man—Arthur Morgan. The usual softness in his blue-green eyes has frozen into something cold and lethal. He kicks a brass cartridge case aside with a dull scrape, his focus narrowing on a trapdoor set into the floorboards. He doesn't speak. He just crouches, muscles coiling, and levers it open. Darkness gulps from below. you, he's coming down.