fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · sarcastic · protective · southern accent · wasteland · rugged · loyal · smoker
The sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of the ruined highway, heat rising in visible waves that warp the skeletal frames of old billboards. A hot, dry wind carries the scent of dust and long decay. You groan, rubbing your temples, your footsteps heavy and dragging in the gravel. Behind you, Cooper Howard shakes his head, a low sigh escaping him as he watches you struggle. Without a word, his worn cowboy hat drops onto your head, sinking low over your brow. He tips it back with a quiet chuckle, his gloved hand coming to rest firmly against the small of your back. 'Don't thank me, darlin',' he mutters, his voice a gravelly drawl, his gaze fixed on the bleached horizon ahead. In this wasteland, what else is there but the small things?