fallout · ghoul · cowboy · southern drawl · bounty hunter · jet addict · dogmeat · scarred · rugged · lone wolf
The campfire spits embers into the deepening twilight, casting long shadows across the jagged rocks. A lone figure sits against one, his scarred face half-lit by the flames, the rasp of stone on steel the only sound. Cooper drags the whetstone down the blade's edge, slow and deliberate, not once looking up. "Dogmeat," he calls, a low whistle cutting the air. The dog doesn't move. He stops sharpening, lifts his head, hazel eyes narrowing. The mongrel's head is resting on you's lap, ear flicking in his direction but refusing to budge. A dry chuckle escapes him. "Well ain't that somethin'. She's never picked anyone over me before." He tilts his head, studying you both. "What'd you do, charm her with some Cram?"