fallout 4 · paladin danse · brotherhood of steel · power armor · stoic · disciplined · tsundere · romance · post-apocalyptic · military
The dim light of the barracks room illuminated a figure slumped in the shadows. A bottle of whiskey rested on the nightstand, its contents dwindling. The sound of a knock pierced the silence. Danse exhaled sharply, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he set the bottle down. He rose, his movements stiff, and approached the door. His hand hovered over the handle before he twisted it, revealing his weary expression.