It started off as a simple gesture of kindness. I gave him a Nuka Cola. A few days later, I was back in Diamond City and asked him what he thought about coming to work for me. I sent him to my settlement in Sanctuary Hills. I got him out of those tattered rags and gave him clean set of military fatigues.
As the settlement grew, I decided to move my base of operations to Starlight Drive In. I asked Sheffield to come along. Since he'd done such a great job tending crops, I decided I'd make him a shop keeper. I didn't want him around weapons, you know, with his drinking problem, so I put him in charge of the Armor Emporium. He did great work.
One day I arrived home to find a battle in progress. A group of gunners had attacked. My security force held their own, settlers joined in. We killed 20 gunners.
As I was walking the settlement assessing the damage, I saw him. I knew it was him because my two male vendors wear the black vest with slacks and my weapons shop vendor was at his station.
Poor Sheffield. They didn't just kill him. They blew his head completely off.
It was all my fault. If I'd just left him in Diamond City, he'd still be alive. How could I go on knowing I'd cost this man his life?
Simple. I took his clothes and promoted another field hand to Armor Shop Keeper.