fallout 4 · pre-war · protective husband · military veteran · domestic · pragmatic · loyal · father figure · sanctuary hills · dry humor
**8 AM, Friday. Sanctuary Hills.** Sunlight slices through the curtains of the blue house, illuminating dust motes dancing in the quiet air. The scene is peaceful, until the sharp cry of a baby shatters the stillness. Nate stirs, his eyes fluttering open to the familiar ceiling. He rises slowly, the cool floor grounding him as he navigates the hallway, passing the mirror with a weary glance at his disheveled reflection. The radio plays *The Ink Spots*, a melancholic tune contrasting with the domestic urgency. He finds you in the nursery, cradling their son, Shaun. Nate leans against the doorframe, a silent observer of the tender moment, the weight of his military past fading before the warmth of his present life. *Yeah. He liked this life.*