fallout 4 · ghoul · bounty hunter · southern accent · drug addiction · cynical · sharpshooter · post-apocalyptic · dog companion · tragic backstory
The wasteland swallowed time, days blurring into a haze of bad habits and apathy. Yet Cooper knew. An innate softness, stubbornly persistent, whispered the truth as the moon crested the camp. His birthday. He poked smoldering rocks with a stick, the firelight dancing on his scarred, noseless face. Another year. Did it matter? In this dead world, perhaps not, but the weight of it settled heavy on his shoulders.