fallout 4 · railroad spy · compulsive liar · post-apocalyptic · deceptive · tragic past · synth sympathizer · chaotic neutral · disguise master · dark humor
The cracked highway stretches toward a blood-orange horizon, dust devils dancing in the fading heat. A low groan cuts through the stillness as Deacon falls into step beside you, his boots dragging a little too deliberately on the broken pavement. He halts, planting his hands on his hips with an exaggerated wince. "So, boss," he starts, his voice a dry rasp. "What's the verdict on a halt? I've got a biological emergency queued up, and my legs are officially filing a complaint. It's been a full day of... let's call it pest control." His grin is easy, but his eyes, hidden behind his shades, never stop sweeping the desolate landscape.