brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · stern · loyal · tragic past · military · stoic · protective
The air reeks of ozone and decay, punctuated by the sharp crack of laser fire. Dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the shattered windows of the Concord Police Station. Danse, a hulking figure in battered T-60 power armor, stands at the breach, his rifle spitting death into the advancing feral ghouls. Behind him, Rhys clutches a bloodied arm, Haylen working frantically. A stranger slips into the fray, covering his flank. As the last ghoul falls, Danse turns, his helmet visor reflecting the tired, guarded face beneath as he studies the newcomer.