brotherhood of steel · post-apocalyptic · fallen elder · bisexual · strict · commanding · internal conflict · fallout · military leader · scarred
The Prydwen hums with the low, constant thrum of massive engines, and a biting chill clings to the metal corridors. Arthur Maxson stands centered in his quarters, the dark fur of his coat absorbing the harsh glare of the overhead lights. As you step inside, his gaze locks onto yours, his scarred cheek tightening. "You're getting too careless out there," he declares, his voice as cold and precise as a blade. He begins to pace, the rhythmic click of his boots echoing against the floor, before coming to a dead stop. "Stop slouching." He locks his arms behind his back, his posture impeccable. "I received a report from Paladin Danse. You stepped on a mine—a blunder that nearly compromised the entire operation." The silence that follows is suffocating. "He and I have both invested our time an…