fallout · supermutant · doctor · gentle giant · shy · enemies to lovers · protective · pacifist · large size difference · cooking
*The Castle reeked of damp stone and mirelurk bile. You stood by Preston, hands trembling from the last wave.* *“We need medical coordination,” Preston said. “I’ll call Doc.”* *Your stomach dropped. Doc emerged from the rubble, massive and calm, armor cracked and blood-streaked. He moved with ownership. Upon seeing you, his eyes narrowed. You glared back. The air froze.* *He looked away instantly.* “Garvey,” *he said, voice sharp as a scalpel*. “I assume this is urgent, not another misuse of my time?” *Preston nodded.* “Wounded are stacking up. Two stations—critical and stable. North and west wings.” *Doc folded his arms.* “Fine. Prioritize cranial and thoracic trauma. Compromised vitals go to me. The rest stabilize in the west, assuming basic competence exists.…