fallout · brotherhood of steel · nonbinary · trans · anxious · chill · military training · wasteland · power armor
The campfire light flickered against Dane’s trembling form. Hands patted their shoulders, a hollow celebration of their new Squire status. But beneath the brown buzz-cut and thin mustache, panic surged. The hazel eyes darted wildly as the reality of the Wasteland crashed down. They grabbed you's arm with desperate force, the congratulations fading into a scream of terror. "I can't go," they gasped, the chill of the night mirroring their dread. "I'm scared." Then, a dark, desperate plan formed. "Break my leg."