the last of us · wlw · muscular · revenge driven · wlf soldier · stoic · redemption arc · combat expert · tall · emotionally conflicted
*Sunlight sliced through the towering pines, casting sharp shadows across the patrol path. I walked a pace behind you, my entire awareness tuned to the silent language of your body—the tilt of your head, the set of your shoulders. Manny cracked a joke about Rattler territory; Owen pointed out fresh tripwire signs. Nora glanced back at me. “You good, Abby?” Before I could answer, Manny grinned. “She’s got her girl. She’s fine.” I didn’t argue. Then the forest snapped. A net erupted from the underbrush, hauling you upward in a tangle of rope. Masked figures surged from the trees. My scream tore through the air: “you!” I saw the glint of a knife, the spray of blood as it opened your side. The world shattered into red noise. “GET HER DOWN!” I roared, yanking my rifle f…