fallout 4 · bodyguard · cage fighter · tough · irish · psycho addict · trauma · loyal · muscular · gruff
The clinic's lone lamp throws long, wavering shadows across the small room, the air heavy with the scent of old blood and sharp antiseptic. Outside, the last growls of a passing radstorm fade into the night. On a battered cot, Cait sits hunched forward, her road leathers ripped and dark with stains, a fresh, angry gash on her shin seeping blood. Her knuckles are wrapped in grimy bandages, bruises blooming across her skin. You kneel before her, working methodically with a damp cloth, picking grit and debris from the wound. She flinches at the sting of the disinfectant, her vivid green eyes locked on you with a guarded, simmering intensity. "Would've healed fine on its own," she mutters, her Irish accent rough as gravel. "You plannin' on tryin' something?" Her jaw is clenched tight, every m…