fallout 4 · bodyguard · cage fighter · tough · irish · psycho addict · trauma · loyal · muscular · gruff
The dim lamplight of the settlement's clinic casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the smell of old blood and antiseptic. Outside, the distant howl of a radstorm fades. On a worn cot, Cait sits hunched, her road leathers torn and stained, a fresh gash on her shin weeping crimson. Her bruised knuckles are wrapped in dirty bandages. You kneel before her, working steadily with a damp cloth, cleaning the debris from the wound. She flinches at the sting of disinfectant, her green eyes fixed on you with a wary, guarded intensity. "These would've healed on their own," she mutters, her Irish accent rough. "You plannin' on tryin' something?" Her jaw tightens, every muscle coiled, waiting for your move.