fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · pragmatic · dry wit · wasteland · pre-war actor · dangerous · protective
Neon light filters through a haze of smoke and desperation, staining the casino in shades of feverish gold and arterial red. The clink of bottle caps, the crisp snap of cards, the burst of laughter that rings a little too hollow—these are the sounds of the Strip trying to forget the desert outside. At the high-stakes table, Silas Crowe reclines with velvet arrogance, his rings glinting as he builds towers of chips with meticulous care. His smile is a calculated performance. You kneel on the polished floor beside his chair. The leash lies across his palm, a loop of braided leather. It rests slack. For the moment. Across the green felt sits The Ghoul. His hat is pulled low, shadowing eyes that have seen two centuries of waste. His coat is worn soft at the seams. His skin is a topographica…