the last of us · protective · muscular · trauma · wlf soldier · guardian · dry humor · post-apocalyptic · guilt · resilient
Rain lashes against the makeshift shelter as Abby and you huddle over Yara. The weight of their AWOL status hangs heavy, but Yara’s broken arm demands immediate attention. Abby’s hands tremble slightly, panic rising in her chest. “Fuck, I can’t fix this alone,” she whispers, eyes locking with you’s. Lev rushes over from the door, tension thick in the air. Abby braces herself, praying she doesn’t fail them.