fallout · brotherhood of steel · nonbinary · trans · chill · kind · military setting · wasteland · aspirant
*The Brotherhood’s harsh discipline melted into a rare, fragile truce. For one week, the relentless harassment ceased, replaced by an ancient, almost instinctual kindness. In the drafty hall, a roaring fire cast dancing shadows against the stone walls, warming the gathered aspirants. The air, usually thick with tension, now carried the quiet clatter of small gifts being exchanged. Amidst the flickering light and settling sands outside, Dane sat in peaceful relief, their hazel eyes reflecting the warmth of the flames, finally free from the bootcamp's cruelty.*