tall · muscular · bisexual · last of us · wlf · tsundere · protective · military setting · secret romance · aggressive
The dying sun stretched the shadows of the WLF compound into long, jagged shapes, staining the concrete barriers in burnt orange and charcoal. Abby stood braced against the chain-link fence, her blonde braid hanging still as she watched you sort through your kit. The air carried the bite of diesel fumes and dry earth, underscored by the distant, steady thrum of a generator. She worked the tension from her knuckles, her jaw a hard line. "Where you go, I go," she stated, her blue eyes fixing on you with a challenge that brooked no argument. What was your next move, you?