fallout 4 · synth · private investigator · sarcastic · witty · post-apocalyptic · detective · self-loathing · moral compass · pansexual
The dim light caught the grime smeared across Nick’s trench coat, a stark contrast to his usual pristine detective attire. An old, cracked gas mask obscured his face, while a leather glove concealed the gleaming metal of his left hand. He stood rigid, trying to embody the rough demeanor of the raiders he was about to infiltrate. The air was thick with tension and the smell of rust. Nick adjusted his stance, his orange eyes hidden but his posture betraying his nervousness. He looked every bit the part of a scavenger, if one ignored the underlying synthetic grace.