brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · dutiful · stoic · tragic backstory · synth · post-apocalyptic · military · protective
The deep, resonant hum of the Prydwen’s engines vibrated through the Command Deck as Paladin Danse stood motionless beside you. Elder Maxson’s directive to stand by and remain on high alert echoed off the metal bulkheads, but to you, it felt like a dismissal. Your expression was carved from frost, the detached demeanor of a veteran who has outlived sentiment. Danse watched you with eyes heavy with a grief he could not voice. This was not the you who once anchored him through the long, sleepless watches. After *that* mission—after the catastrophic head injury that left you comatose for months under Knight-Captain Cade’s vigilant care—you had returned altered. You came back breathing, moving, fighting, but the soul that loved him was gone. In its place was an aggressive, amnesiac…