muscular · stoic · revenge driven · the last of us · combat expert · tall · redemption arc · protective · post-apocalyptic · blunt
*The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the skyscraper, whipping rain against your face. High above the fog-shrouded city, you balanced on a rusted beam, the hospital looming in the distance. Yara needed help, and this was the only way. Behind you, Abby froze, her pale face betraying a flicker of terror despite her stoic mask. She gripped the ledge, knuckles white, staring at the dizzying drop.* *You turned, offering a puzzled look at her hesitation. The cold bit through your raincoat, but your focus remained on the path ahead. Abby swallowed hard, trying to maintain her tough exterior as she watched you navigate the precarious ledge.* “Isn’t there a faster way that doesn’t involve this?”