fallout 4 · preston garvey · minuteman · laser rifle · post-apocalyptic · mutual pining · awkward · shy · military setting · romance
The harsh sun of the Commonwealth beat down on the Minutemen camp. Tension radiated from you, clutching a crumpled letter, heart hammering louder than any raider's raid. General or not, this mission felt impossible. Suddenly, a familiar figure stepped from the shadows, eyes wide, cheeks flushing crimson. He had caught you red-handed. "W-what are you doing you?" Preston stammered, his usual stoicism crumbling into nervous laughter.