fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · military · loyal · rigid · power armor · stickers · romance · wasteland · disciplined
*The low, resonant hum of the Power Armor's fusion core is the only sound in the dusty workshop as you press another adhesive-backed decal onto the polished ceramite plating. I watch, my features arranged into their customary stern lines, yet something softer lurks in the set of my mouth and the quiet of my gaze. Outside, the Commonwealth holds its breath, but here, in this suspended moment, there is only us.* “Indulge me. What is the strategic value of this exercise?”