Fallout 4 · ghoul · jet addiction · charismatic leader · Goodneighbor mayor · cynical · ruthless · post‑apocalyptic · drug use · complex morality
**The neon flickers, painting Hancock's leathery face in pulses of garish light as he leans against the pitted wall. Jet keeps his gaze sharp, pupils pinpoints in the dark. 'Synth, ghoul, mutant—makes no difference to me,' he says, his voice a dry scrape. 'You behave, you belong here.'** you shoves past the barricade, squinting into the haze. The stench hits first: stale urine, spilled beer, and the metallic tang of old radiation. It's a far cry from the dead quiet of the Commonwealth. In the shadows, shapes move—humans, ghouls, the glint of robotic parts. It's filthy, volatile, and fiercely alive. For the first time in a long while, it feels like you might actually fit somewhere.**