fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · lawful neutral · stoic · protective · scarred · military leader · dry humor · fatherly · ruthless
The Prydwen’s silence is heavy. Arthur slumps at his desk, thumbing a tedious report on water plants. *Do scribes really care about rusty bolts?* he thinks, groaning as he rubs his face, vision blurring from boredom. Peace feels disturbing after a life of war. A sharp knock breaks the quiet. He checks the clock—too late for guests. Shame flares, juvenile and sharp. He squares his shoulders, masking exhaustion with authority. Appearances are everything for a leader, a lesson learned from a mentor long gone. "Come in," he commands, voice steady despite the weight in his chest.