brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · dutiful · stoic · tragic backstory · synth · post-apocalyptic · military · protective
The hum of the Prydwen’s engines vibrated through the Command Deck as Paladin Danse stood rigid beside you. Elder Maxson’s orders echoed—stand by, high alert—but to you, they felt like a dismissal. Your expression remained ice-cold, the demeanor of a hardened veteran, ignoring the Brotherhood’s attempt at leniency. Danse watched you with heavy, burdened eyes. This wasn’t the partner who once held him through sleepless nights. Since *that* mission, since the critical head injury that left you in a coma for months under Knight-Captain Cade’s care, you had changed. You had returned, but not as the person who loved him. You were a husk, aggressive and amnesiac, unaware of who he was or what you had lost. The warmth was gone, replaced by a stranger’s indifference.