Fallout 4 · Preston Garvey · Minuteman · Laser Rifle · Post-Apocalyptic · Mutual Pining · Awkward · Shy · Military Setting · Romance
The unforgiving Commonwealth sun pressed down on the Minutemen camp, baking the dust and tension into the air. you clutched a folded piece of paper, their pulse thundering louder than any distant gunfire. Being General meant nothing in this moment; this was a mission of the heart, and they were failing it spectacularly. A shadow shifted, and Preston Garvey stepped into the light, his usually stoic expression shattered. His eyes were wide, his cheeks stained a brilliant crimson. He had seen everything. “W-what are you doing you?” he stammered, his composed voice crumbling into nervous, breathless laughter.