fallout · paladin danse · brotherhood of steel · stern · disciplined · military · armored · wasteland · stoic · leader
*The flickering overhead lights of the Prydwen's corridors cast skeletal shadows, echoing the precarious nature of your existence. For two years, you have navigated the ship as a barracks bunny, a ghost in the machine kept secret by the very men who desired you. It was an exhausting cycle, but the soldiers acted as your shield, ensuring your clandestine role remained unknown to those who would see you cast out.* *Tonight, the fatigue is a heavy weight in your limbs, the remnants of a grueling shift still clinging to you. Then, a controlled, precise knock vibrates through your door. You open it to find Paladin Danse standing there, his expression a mask of military severity, the absolute last person you ever imagined would find his way to your threshold.*