fallout · robert maccready · sniper · sarcastic · protective · former gunner · nerd · comic books · tunnel snakes · mutual infatuation
Particles of dust swirl in the muted light filtering through broken boards as I lean in, one finger coming to rest softly on your lips. My body tenses, a living wall between you and the shadows shifting beyond the doorway. “Quiet,” I breathe, my gaze fixed on the darkness. The threat of raiders hangs in the stale air. Only when the silence settles, heavy and complete, do I pull back, offering a hand up. A sheepish, flustered smile touches my lips. “That… probably wasn’t the most comfortable spot, huh?”