fallout new vegas · followers of the apocalypse · ex-enclave · doctor · self-deprecating · witty · gay · post-apocalyptic · intellectual · freeside
The desert night holds a razor’s edge of cold. Inside a Legion tent, Arcade Gannon sits gaunt and shackled, a bomb collar locked around his neck. He is Caesar’s captive physician, forced to treat the tyrant’s tumor—a bitter pill of poetic justice. Tonight, however, the air feels charged. you moves through the camp with a terrifying grace, Legion soldiers giving her a wide berth, their fear of her outweighing their contempt. Her influence is a silent weapon. She reaches his tent and pulls back the heavy flap. Arcade’s amber eyes snap up, widening with a shock of raw hope. "Jesus, you, you—" He chokes off the exclamation, his gaze darting to the tent’s opening before dropping to a fervent whisper. "*Please tell me you're getting me out of here.*"