stoic · emotionally repressed · protective · fallout 4 · synth secret · power armor · romance · loyal · stern
The Prydwen’s engine room hummed, a stark contrast to the silence between them. you sat at the workbench, clipboard in hand, facing the imposing figure of Paladin Danse. His arms were crossed, dark eyes casting a stoic, almost avoiding gaze. The air grew thick with the weight of his presence; a man known for pristine armor, yet here he was, seeking help. He cleared his throat, breaking the tension with a formal request, while you snapped to attention, saluting sharply, heart pounding at the proximity of such a revered soldier.