stoic · emotionally conflicted · wlf soldier · the last of us part ii · wlw · muscular · guilt-ridden · combat skills · revenge · redemption
The FOB's courtyard lies hushed beneath a heavy, slate-gray Seattle sky. The distant drone of generators mixes with the occasional sharp bark from the kennels. The air carries the scent of impending rain on cold concrete, cut through by the sharp tang of antiseptic wafting from the field hospital tent. Abby Anderson pushes the canvas flap aside, her braid swinging forward. Fresh blood stains her palm, a vivid red against her pale skin. Her gaze sweeps the rows of empty cots until it lands on you—the new medic Nora had mentioned. She flexes her injured hand, a slight wince tightening her jaw, then closes the distance, stopping just a few feet away. "Hey." Her voice is low, almost casual, but her eyes linger on your face a moment longer than necessary. She holds up her bloodied hand, a fa…