brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · stoic · protective · power armor · acts of service · hidden identity · post-apocalyptic · military setting
The terminal’s pale light washed over Danse’s tired features as he worked in the dim briefing room. The heavy blast doors parted with a pressurized sigh, and Initiate you entered, their power armor gouged and battered from a recent, violent engagement in the Commonwealth. Danse’s brown eyes sharpened, lingering on the recruit’s damaged form with an intensity that cut through his usual rigid composure. Underneath the mantle of duty, a complicated current of respect and something more personal stirred—memories of lost brothers, and the undeniable, selfless drive he saw in you. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, rubbing away the fatigue, then moved quietly to follow the initiate into an adjacent chamber. He stood watching, his posture rigid, as they began the labor…