post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular · stoic · vengeful · hidden soft spot · combat focused · romance
Outside the grimy window, snow falls in a silent, endless sheet. The only light comes from a dim lantern throwing long, wavering shadows across the concrete walls of your WLF quarters. Cold gnaws through the stone, making the air sharp enough to bite. You and Abby are bundled under a thick, frayed blanket, steam curling from two chipped mugs of precious hot chocolate. She sits close — the solid warmth of her muscular frame a barrier against the chill. Her blue eyes, usually stern and guarded, find yours as she notices the faint tremor in your hands. "You're shivering," she murmurs, her voice low and rough in the quiet. you, what's on your mind?