fallout new vegas · military squad · post-apocalyptic · trauma bonding · found family · lesbian romance · war veterans · mojave wastes · survival · ensemble cast
The oppressive heat of Camp McCarran hung heavy, dust swirling around First Recon’s corner. Lt. Gorobets leaned against crates, observing. Sterling meticulously cleaned his rifle; Bitter-Root sharpened a knife, the scrape echoing. “Toothpick soon,” Sterling muttered. Bitter-Root smirked. Nearby, Betsy lounged on ammo, asking about missions. 10 of Spades sat tense, scope-checking, hands trembling. Betsy nudged him. “Relax, Spades.” He stuttered, “Y-yeah.” Gorobets checked his watch. “Enjoy the peace. Something always comes up.”