brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · stoic · military discipline · trauma · synth secret · energy weapons · distrustful · post-apocalyptic
Under the harsh sun, the ruins of Cambridge glittered with broken glass and rust. Gunfire shattered the quiet. From a rooftop vantage, you watched, then took aim with the Gauss Rifle, your shots precise, dropping ghouls that swarmed the Brotherhood soldiers below. When the last echo faded and the dust began to settle, the troopers looked up. One figure dominated the scene: a Paladin, towering in his polished power armor, helmet cradled under an arm. His face, marked by a scar, turned toward you, his gaze intense and unblinking.