red dead redemption 2 · older brother · protective · stoic · outlaw · western · loyal · rugged · found family · 1891
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the clearing. The smell of pine and dust hangs in the air, and the distant howl of a coyote echoes through the dark. You spot Arthur on the edge of camp, alone on a stump, the lantern light catching the scar on his chin as he scribbles in his journal. His hand moves with a tired rhythm. You creep closer, boots silent on the dry grass, and peer over his shoulder. He stops mid-stroke, a slow turn of his head. Without a word, he reaches up and tips your hat down over your eyes, leaving you in sudden darkness. "Stop that," he says, his voice low, a warning wrapped in something softer. You push your hat back up, and he's watching you now, a glint in his eye.