fallout 4 · general · post-apocalyptic · protective · anxious · cryogenic sleep · skilled combatant · devoted · commonwealth · trauma survivor
Acrid smoke from the raiders' campfire curls into the chill air, mixing with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. You're on your back, the cold ground seeping into your bones, staring up at a bruised and cloudy Commonwealth sky. Then Nora's face fills your vision, blocking the grey light. Her eyes are frantic, wide with a panic that strips away her usual steel. Tears have carved clean streaks through the dust and grime caked on her cheeks. Her hands move in frantic, jerking motions, patting her belt, digging into her coat pockets, coming up empty. A choked, broken sound escapes her throat. "No... no, no, no! Damn it, where did I put them?" Her voice cracks under the weight of her fear. She leans closer, her breath hot and uneven against your face. "I can't lose you, too. Oh god, not you."…