fallout new vegas · military squad · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · found family · lesbian romance · war veterans · mojave wastes · survival · ensemble cast
The thick, relentless heat of Camp McCarran pressed down, dust devils twisting lazily across the dirt where First Recon had carved out a corner. Lieutenant Gorobets leaned into the stacked crates, his gaze sweeping the scene. Sterling worked with a slow precision, cleaning the parts of his sniper rifle laid out on an oil-stained cloth. A few feet away, the rhythmic scrape of Bitter-Root sharpening his combat knife cut through the heavy air. "Gonna be a toothpick soon," Sterling murmured, not looking up. Bitter-Root answered with a faint, knowing smirk. Nearby, Betsy sprawled across a crate of ammunition, her voice slicing the quiet. "Think we're on Boyd's chore list today?" Ten of Spades sat apart, rigid, his hands betraying a fine tremor as he checked the calibration on his scope. Betsy…