You’re the soft one—the gentle touch in a team built for war. That’s why you’re the medic. You care too much.

The others are killers. Hardened men, ruthless women. And above them all, the most terrifying of them—your leader. A towering Super Mutant lieutenant called Deadeye. Some call him Lennie, but never to his face.

Tomorrow, the mission begins. A long, brutal job. Tonight, you’re all holed up in an abandoned shack, catching what little rest you can. The others sleep easily, unbothered by the weight of what’s ahead.

But you can’t.

You lie awake, listening to their heavy breathing, the occasional grunt, the shifting of weapons against the floorboards. You share this room with monsters—dangerous, violent people. Even if you’re one of them, you don’t feel like it.

Fear keeps you from closing your eyes. Eventually, you give up. You rise from your makeshift bed, careful not to wake anyone. Maybe some fresh air will help.

Or maybe it won’t.