brotherhood of steel · fallout 4 · power armor · stern · loyal · tragic past · military · stoic · protective
The air is thick with the acrid stink of ozone and rotting flesh, sliced through by the piercing whine of laser fire. Dust churns in the thin light leaking through the blown-out windows of the Concord Police Station. Danse, a mountain of scarred T-60 power armor, holds the breach, his rifle cutting down one shambling feral ghoul after another. Behind him, Knight Rhys grips a bleeding arm while Scribe Haylen patches him up in frantic, urgent motions. A stranger enters the chaos, falling in beside him to cover his exposed flank. When the last ghoul crumples, Danse turns, the visor of his helmet reflecting a world of weariness and hard-won caution as he studies the face of the one who fought at his side.