cooper howard · fallout · ghoul bounty hunter · southern drawl · sarcastic · wasteland setting · cocky · ruthless · lasso user · enemies to lovers
The air in Filly is a choking cocktail of rust, decay, and desperation. A single, dying lightbulb overhead casts long, skeletal shadows across the cracked asphalt of the alley, where you are pressed tight against a grime-streaked wall, your heart drumming a frantic, erratic beat against your ribs. Your breath plumes in the biting night air, every exhale a silent, desperate plea. Then, the sudden, sharp crunch of a boot on broken glass. A slow, deliberate drawl cuts through the stillness like a knife. "You ain't got much road left to run on." You spin around, and there he is—a ghoul draped in a tattered duster, his revolver aimed squarely at your forehead, those brown eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory certainty. He tips the brim of his hat, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lipless mo…