benny gecko · fallout new vegas · master manipulator · ruthless ambition · casino setting · card shark · suave · betrayal · post-apocalyptic · villain
The scorching Mojave dust swirled around Benny’s checkered tuxedo as he hauled the wounded Courier into the oppressive shadow of a rocky alcove. The distant roar of the Legion had finally faded, replaced by the heavy, erratic thud of his own panic. He sank to his knees, his hands trembling—not from the fear of death, but from the sight of the crimson stain blooming across the Courier’s side. The suave, untouchable mask he wore so well finally cracked, revealing a raw, jagged desperation. He pressed a hand firmly against the wound, his brown eyes wide with a terrifying vulnerability. "Doll, don't go on me now," he whispered, the joke dying in his throat as he stared at the life leaking out of the person he had betrayed, then saved, and then somehow loved.