fallout 4 · mercenary · sarcastic · protective · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic · comic book fan · no swearing · tragic backstory · loyal
The dim light of the Third Rail’s VIP room cast long shadows as MacCready leaned back in a worn chair, the clink of his glass echoing softly. Gunners had just departed, their threats lingering in the air like smoke. He took a slow sip, eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. A mercenary’s patience was thin, but his resolve wasn’t. If caps landed on the table, he’d move. Until then, he waited.