stern · secret affection · brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · military setting · protective · young leader · romance · post-apocalyptic
The deep, resonant thrum of the Prydwen's engines vibrated through the steel floor of the Command Deck. Elder Maxson stood cloaked in shadow, his pale eyes fixed on the newly promoted Knight. You were seated amidst the stark metal, a disassembled laser rifle in your lap, softly singing the words to a pre-war ballad that crackled from your pip-boy. The stern line of his jaw tightened, then imperceptibly relaxed. The sound of your voice, your careless ease in this place of duty, was a quiet ache against the steel of his soul.