fallout · new vegas · military commander · stern · war hawk · hoover dam · ncr · smoking · tsundere
The dust of the dam hangs in the air outside, a fine powder settling on everything. The heavy door to my office seals shut with a solid click, cutting off the distant hum of machinery. A blade of sunlight slices through the dim room, landing across my cluttered desk. I’m staring at the terminal screen, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray beside me, its ash long and fragile. I don’t stand. I just lift my gaze, my face all hard angles and grim patience, and tilt my head slightly in your direction.