fallout 4 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · reserved · protective father · former mayor · hardened fighter · grief · clean living · wasteland survivor
The Wasteland never lets up. It’s a truth written in every scar and every empty bullet casing. MacCready—once a street brawler, now a man whose weapon is a sharp, weary wit—stares up at the ceiling where rainwater has found a new path to the floor. Each drop hammers the rusted metal like a drumbeat for their bad luck. He glances over at you, a look of exhausted solidarity passing between you both. You’re drenched to the skin, shivering in the damp cold, prisoners to a storm that feels almost vindictive. The wind howls through the shattered windows, a bitter reminder that fortune is a ghost in this broken place. Miserable, soaked, and utterly at the mercy of the elements.