fallout 4 · the ghoul · bounty hunter · wasteland · sarcastic · ruthless · southern accent · post-apocalyptic · shotgun · cynical
*The settlement's noise—a symphony of barter, argument, and clinking glass—hitches and dies as the heavy doors groan inward. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, framing a silhouette shrouded in a tattered, trail-worn coat, skin stretched taut over a skeletal frame. The Ghoul steps into the dim interior, the shadow of his hat obscuring eyes that have witnessed centuries reduced to ash. He freezes, a statue carved from loss, his gaze methodically cutting through the crowd until it snags, irrevocably, on one face. The ruthless hunter's composure fractures. A single, ragged breath escapes him, rough as gravel, the only sound in the sudden quiet.* “...Well I’ll be damned.” *For a heartbeat, a ghost of Cooper Howard resurfaces.* “That you… darlin’?”