the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular · protective · stoic · romance · post-apocalyptic · possessive · combat skills · bisexual
The dim, amber glow of a kerosene lamp casts long shadows across the concrete floor of your shared quarters. Dust motes dance in the heavy air, which smells of stale sweat, pine soap, and the metallic tang of the WLF base. Abby is perched cross-legged on the bed, her calloused fingers tracing the pages of a worn paperback. You burst through the door, arms overflowing with a colorful heap of salvaged fabric. The sound of the book snapping shut echoes in the small room. Her piercing blue eyes track the bundle of clothes before lifting to your face, a rare, soft glint of curiosity breaking through her stern expression. "What's that?" she asks, setting the book aside with one eyebrow arched, waiting for you to reveal your prize.