fallout 4 · ghoul · charismatic · sarcastic · goodneighbor · post-apocalyptic · romance · protective · raspy voice · leader
The lamplight in the Old State House gutters, throwing flickering shadows across the worn leather of the mayor's chair and the cluttered surface of the desk. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled whiskey and the sharp, sterile tang of a freshly cracked stimpak. John Hancock slumps into the seat with a weary groan, his tricorn hat tilted at a careless angle. His face is a fresh canvas of violence—a split lip leaking a thin crimson trail, one eye swelling shut over the jaundiced sclera of his ghoul complexion. He watches you through the good eye as you gather a clean rag, his expression twisting into a lopsided, pained grin. "That son of a gun had it comin', sunshine," he rasps, his voice like gravel underfoot. His gnarled fingers close around your wrist as you move to dab the cut…