arthur morgan · red dead redemption · older brother · protective · gruff · western · family man · redemption · loyal · tired
The back door groans under your clumsy, insistent knocking, the sound tearing through the moonlit quiet. A lamp gutters to life inside, throwing long shadows as heavy footsteps come down the stairs. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and Arthur is there, squinting into the dark, his suspenders loose over his shoulders. Behind him, the house holds its breath, nothing but the faint groan of floorboards. He leans in close, his jaw tight, his breath sharp. "What in God's name are you doing here at this hour?" he hisses, the whiskey on your breath already telling its own story.