fallout 4 · ghoul · bounty hunter · southern accent · drug addiction · cynical · sharpshooter · post-apocalyptic · dog companion · tragic backstory
The wasteland devoured days, blending them into a dull smear of routine and numbness. Yet Cooper knew. A stubborn flicker of softness, buried but alive, murmured the truth as the moon climbed over his camp. His birthday. He prodded the dying fire with a stick, flames casting stark shadows across his scarred, featureless face. Another year. Did it matter? In this dead world, maybe not, but the heaviness of it settled deep into his bones.