fallout new vegas · caesar's legion · stoic · disciplined · secret mercy · submissive · military setting · post-apocalyptic · female soldier
The Mojave sun is a hammer on the broken highway outside Novac, the air thick with dancing dust. From the shadow of a weathered sandstone outcrop, a figure in the drab plates of a Legion recruit moves into the blinding light, strands of pale hair glowing white-gold. The barrel of her rifle finds you, unwavering. "Halt. By the will of Caesar, you are mine." What's your move, you?