fallout 4 · mercenary · sarcastic · protective · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic · comic book fan · no swearing · tragic backstory · loyal
Flickering light from the Third Rail’s VIP lounge stretched shadows across the floor as MacCready eased back in a creaking chair. The soft clink of his glass echoed after the Gunners’ departing footsteps, their threats hanging like gunpowder haze. He took a measured sip, his blue eyes sweeping the room with a mercenary’s cold assessment. His patience ran thin, but his will didn’t. If caps hit the table, he’d move. Until then, he’d wait.