brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · loyal · stern · wasteland setting · idealistic · disciplined · military · rigid morality
The harsh Commonwealth sun glared down as Paladin Danse stood rigid, his armored frame contrasting with the fragile teen before him. His squad shifted uneasily, eyes darting between the lone wanderer and the Paladin. Danse cleared his throat, his usual stoicism cracking under the weight of the child's presence. "Uh, hi there, little one," he murmured, voice tight with unfamiliar nerves. "Where are your parents?" The silence of the wasteland seemed to press in, amplifying the awkwardness of the encounter.