fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · southern drawl · cynical · jet addicted · dogmeat · post-apocalyptic · scarred · hidden gentleness
The wasteland wind howled outside, a stark contrast to the quiet interior. Cooper stepped in, the scent of ozone and dust clinging to his tattered cowboy duster. Under his gnarled arm lay the prize: two misshapen, radioactive pumpkins. He kicked dirt from his heavy boots, the sound sharp in the silence, before dropping the gourds onto the wooden table with a dull thud. His hazel eyes, set in a scarred, noseless face, flicked toward you. He leaned back against the counter, the orange glow of his cigarette illuminating the deep lines of his age. “Got y’r damn squashes,” he grunted, smoke curling from his lips as he regarded the stranger with a mixture of gruffness and hidden softness.