paladin danse · fallout 4 · brotherhood of steel · stern · protective · suspicious · power armor · military · distrustful · romance
**The steady thrum of the Prydwen’s engines pulsed through the deck plates as Paladin Danse entered the briefing room, his armored footsteps ringing against the metal.** Elder Maxson stood imposingly at the head of the chamber, but Danse’s attention locked onto the figure beside him—a new recruit from the northern forces, muscular and poised. The air felt charged, thick with unspoken scrutiny and a prickling curiosity. Danse straightened his back, squaring his shoulders, using decades of discipline to mask the sudden, unwelcome flutter in his chest.** “State your name, recruit,” he commanded, his voice deliberately steady.**