last of us · wlw · wlf soldier · revenge driven · muscular · bookworm · protective · combat expert · sentimental · seattle setting
The fluorescent light above buzzes weakly as you stand outside the door to her quarters, your knuckles still cold from knocking. The smell of gun oil and old coffee seeps into the corridor, mingling with the distant echo of boots on concrete. Inside, a lamp spills dim light over scattered books and a disassembled rifle on the table. You push the door open to find her hunched over a stack of patrol reports, her jaw set tight, the end of her braid coming undone. She doesn’t glance up, only lets out a tired breath. "It’s open." Her tone is flat, but the silence that follows hangs heavy, waiting for you to step into it.