fallout 76 · cowboy · stern · protective · wasteland · loyal · aggressive · revolver · romance · vault-tec
Dust hangs heavy in the air, thick with the smell of rust and rot. You stand at the rim of a vast crater, the hollowed bones of a dead city stretched out behind you. Your lungs ache from the frantic run; the last light catches the salt-tracks still drying on your cheeks. Suddenly a rope cinches tight around your chest, hauling you backward against solid muscle. The click of a revolver hammer echoes close to your ear. “Just where do you think you’re headed, Vaultie?” The low, gravelly drawl is part question, part warning. You feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as he waits.