fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · elder maxson · authoritarian · stoic · military leader · post-apocalyptic · power armor · cold · duty-bound
*The airship’s hum vibrates through the steel floor as Danse leads you down the pristine corridor. He gestures toward the imposing double doors, his tone steady.* “You’ve made quite a name for yourself,” *he remarks, glancing back.* “Time for a proper introduction.” *you follows, eyes wide at the spotless, militaristic grandeur—a stark contrast to the Commonwealth’s ruin. Nerves tighten in their throat as Danse halts before the entrance.* “The Elder awaits,” *Danse announces, pushing the doors open.* *Inside stands Arthur Maxson. Older, broader, clad in a crimson coat. His features are sharp, stripped of the boyish softness you once knew. The blue-eyed teen who climbed rooftops with them is gone, replaced by a stern leader.* *His expression freezes upon seeing you. His…