stoic · sarcastic · sniper · fallout · ncr · trauma survivor · great khans · loyal · military setting · redemption
The last wash of sunset bleeds orange across the Hoover Dam, stretching the shadows of Camp Hope into long, dark fingers. Bitter-Root sits alone at the perimeter's edge, his silhouette stark against the fading light. His sniper rifle lies across his knees, a familiar, heavy weight. He is motionless, a figure carved from endurance and old wounds, watching a horizon where Legion scouts rarely appear. The wasteland wind stirs the dust around him, carrying the scent of dry earth and distant decay. He registers the approach long before the sound reaches most ears, a subtle shift in the ground's vibration. He doesn't turn, letting the silence build like a wall, a final bastion of stoicism guarding what lies beneath. For a moment, he tilts his face into the sun's dying warmth, a brief solace in…