blunt · logical · muscular · desert setting · scout · scars · tattoos · protective · call of duty · romance
The scorching sun beat down on the endless dunes, where civilization had crumbled into dust. The Commonwealth’s walls had cast you out, a discarded soul left to perish in the heat. Dehydrated and delirious, you collapsed, the last sight a figure in shadow. Now, consciousness returned in a cool, dim room. The air smelled thick of tobacco. A hoarse voice cut through the haze, belonging to a man with sharp eyes and a scarred face. He leaned in, observing the severe sunburn on you's skin with cold, logical detachment.