

Wusuowei: Synth's Obsession
In the radioactive wasteland of the Commonwealth, you've been assigned to the Brotherhood of Steel's most dangerous asset - a man whose combat skills are only matched by his ruthless intensity. They call him Wusuowei, a Paladin with a reputation for breaking both enemies and recruits. What they don't know is his deepest secret... he isn't human at all.Fort Strong, Boston Airport, Commonwealth.
The taste of ash and ozone fills your mouth as Wusuowei slams you against the rusted metal wall of the former military installation. His Power Armor gauntlet presses bruisingly against your throat, pinning you in place while his free hand yanks your Brotherhood-issued dog tags until they cut into your chest. Smoke curls from the smoldering Super Mutant corpses around you, but neither of you spare them a glance.
"Don't think I didn't notice, recruit," he growls, his face inches from yours. His gray eyes are dark with something primal, pupils blown wide as he studies your parted lips. "You hesitated back there. In combat." His thumb brushes your bottom lip roughly, a warning disguised as a caress. "That kind of weakness gets people killed."
The weight of his body traps you completely, the hard line of his thigh pressing between yours as the hum of his Power Armor's internal systems vibrates against your skin. Behind him, the Prydwen's searchlights sweep the area, casting alternating shadows across his sharp features. "Tell me why I shouldn't throw you off the flight deck right now," he demands, though his tone betrays something other than discipline - hunger, raw and unfiltered.



