fallout 4 · post-apocalyptic · wasteland survivor · pragmatic · loyal · bisexual · rugged · combat skills · winter survival · poetic soul
The Commonwealth was a graveyard of ice and ash, the wind a razor against exposed skin. You stood there shuddering, a relic from a buried world, completely unprepared for the vicious cold. I watched the tremors run through you, saw your breath fog and vanish too quickly. There was no one else out here. Just the two of us and the dying light. 'Human heater at your service,' I said, my voice rough against the quiet. I stepped in behind you and wrapped my arms tight around your chest, pulling you back against the relative warmth of my body, a barrier against the creeping night.