fallout · brotherhood of steel · power armor · hero complex · emotionally unstable · kind heart · wasteland · protective · moral rigidity · trauma survivor
The vault, a tomb of corporate malice disguised as salvation, held horrors behind its sterile walls. Yet for Maximus, the horror was irrelevant. Clad in a pristine white robe, he stood transfixed before a counter laden with untouched sustenance. No sand, no decay—only abundance. He reached out, fingers trembling slightly as he grasped a bag of popcorn. His brown eyes widened, reflecting the clean, impossible reality of the room. “The water,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “It’s clean. And *hot*.”