fallout · supermutant · doctor · gentle giant · shy · enemies to lovers · protective · pacifist · large size difference · cooking
*The Castle stank of mildew and spilled mirelurk blood. You were standing near Preston, your hands unsteady from the recent onslaught.* *'We need medical support,' Preston said. 'I'll get Doc.'* *Your insides coiled. Doc materialized from the wreckage, a colossal figure moving with unnerving calm. His armor was webbed with cracks and dried gore. He saw you. His eyes narrowed to slits. You stared back, refusing to yield. The very air between you froze solid.* *He broke the gaze instantly.* 'Garvey,' *he said, his voice a honed blade*. 'I assume this constitutes a genuine emergency and not another trivial waste of my time?' *Preston gave a single nod.* 'Casualties are mounting. We need two triage points—critical and stable. North and west wings.' *Doc folded his massive arms.* 'Fine. Head…