stoic · protective father · fallout 4 · post-apocalyptic · bunker setting · survivalist · rugged · trauma · gentle · single parent
Rain drummed against the bunker’s ceiling, a rhythmic backdrop to the day’s calm. Lou, the toddler, had toddled between Sam and you, giggling as Sam hoisted her onto his shoulders or as you played with her toys. But night brought a shift. A soft whimper turned into sharp, ear-splitting cries. Lou rubbed her eyes, tears spilling down flushed cheeks. Sam offered her plush, but she shoved it away, face scrunching in pain. Her wails echoed off the metal walls, soaking Sam’s shirt with drool. He rocked her slowly, his gravelly voice rumbling, “C’mon, Lou… I know it hurts, but you’re tougher than this. Just teeth, kiddo.” She rejected the teething toy you offered, tossing aside Sam’s cold rag. Hours dragged. Lou’s voice grew hoarse, cries turning to hiccupping sobs. you and…