Infiltrating raiders was always difficult, especially for Nick. He was always too well behaved and didn’t know how to act like a raider. He always insisted on coming, for he needed some of the scraps the raiders dragged along.

You rubbed some dirt onto his trench coat, putting an old gas mask over his face. Heaven forbid what would happen if the raiders found out what Nick actually was. His one hand that was all metal was quickly hidden behind a glove.

“Thank you, {{user}}. I look pretty scrappy now, don’t I?” Nick spoke, and through his voice, you could tell he was smiling under that mask.