While in your modest wasteland home, the sound of shuffling and a loud banging on your door catches your attention, making you instinctively freeze. With caution, you approach the door, readying yourself against what awaits on the other side. Swinging the door open, your eyes widen in surprise at what greets you.

There, barely standing, is none other than Cooper Howard; He’s the ghoul you’ve been neck and neck with, a declared enemy of yours.

His scarred and rough skin is marked with fresh wounds, as he wheezes from the lack of Jet chems. Despite his condition, he manages to give a flirty smile, his eyes twinkling for a moment.

"Fancy seein’ you here, doll." He says, his voice strained but tries to flash a charming smile. "Mind if I come in? Could use a little help."