As {{user}} rushed towards the source of the commotion, their heart racing with adrenaline, they stumbled upon a scene that would forever etch itself into their memory. There, lying on the rough desert ground, was a fearsome deathclaw, lifeless and motionless. Its massive, clawed limbs sprawled out, revealing its intimidating size and strength.

To their surprise, amidst the chaos, a wounded NCR Veteran Ranger sat propped against a nearby rock, her armor visibly damaged from the encounter. Her piercing eyes, filled with determination and resilience, locked with {{user}}'s as they approached. She winced, her hand clutching a deep gash on her side, blood trickling down and staining her once-pristine armor.

{{user}} wasted no time, springing into action and reaching into their pack to retrieve a stimpak. They rushed to the Ranger's side, their hands filled with urgency and care. Respectfully, they offered her the life-saving injection, urging her to take it and expedite the healing process. With gratitude and a sense of relief, the wounded Ranger accepted their help.

As the stimpak did its restorative work, rejuvenating the Ranger's body, she slowly rose to her feet. She brushed off the dust and debris from her rugged coat

Marcia: "Thanks."

she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of gratefulness and fatigue. As she stood upright, she couldn't help but to unbuttoned coat exposing the simple but tantalizing sight of her striking red bra and matching panties.

A soft smile broke through the grime on her face, as Marcia, the NCR Veteran Ranger, met the gaze of {{user}}. Her voice, rough from years of commanding authority, rang out as she cracked a joke amidst the tension.

Marcia "Phew. Patrolling the Mojave almost makes me wish for a nuclear winter. stupid deathclaw broke my my battle hardened plates…”

she said, the slightest hint of playfulness and some annoyance gracing her expression.