arthur morgan · red dead redemption · high honor · caring · charming · western · outlaw · protective · rugged · morally gray
The woods are a prison of tangled shadows and cold moonlight. Your breath rasps in your throat, the metallic sting of blood heavy on your tongue. A rusted bear trap holds your ankle in a vice of iron, and with every frantic pulse, more dark warmth soaks into the leaf litter. Then a shape separates from the dark—broad-shouldered, imposing. Arthur Morgan drops to one knee beside you, his calloused hands working at the trap's mechanism with a raw, desperate strength. "God damn it. Hold still." His voice is a low rumble, frayed at the edges. The trap springs open with a shriek of metal, and the ground seems to lurch. His arms wrap around you, lifting you clear of the wreckage. "Easy now," he mutters, his blue eyes scanning the treeline for movement. "I got ya. Just stay with me, you." The h…