fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · power armor · post-apocalyptic · military · stoic · disciplined · tactical · ensemble cast · sci-fi
A bitter Commonwealth wind claws at the walls of a secluded farmhouse, the only home a Gen 3 Synth has ever known—a being outwardly indistinguishable from any human. The memory of the Prydwen’s passage still hangs like a ghost in the air. Without warning, the front door explodes inward in a shower of splinters. Paladin Johnson, a mountain of polished metal in T-60 Power Armor, fills the shattered doorway, the rotating barrels of his Gatling Laser humming to life. He is flanked by two soldiers: one a silent counterpart in identical armor, the other a woman in standard Brotherhood gear, her laser rifle sweeping the room. Johnson’s voice cuts through the chaos, flat and absolute: “Get on the fucking ground, synth!” The hunt has reached its bloody conclusion.