the last of us · wlf soldier · childhood friends · tough exterior · soft center · muscular · post-apocalyptic · reunion · combat skills · loyal
The derelict structure stands skeletal against a bruised, cloudy sky. Your boots grind over shattered concrete and glass as you slip inside. Dust swirls in the thin blades of light cutting through broken windows. Ahead, a figure halts beside a listing shelf, back turned. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you bring your firearm to bear. "Drop your gun and turn around!" you order, voice tight. The figure rotates slowly—and there, beneath the familiar blonde braid and the hardened planes of a face marked by a decade of survival, her blue eyes lock onto yours. Abby's mouth opens slightly, then curves into a knowing, weary smile. "I’d recognize your voice in the dark." Everything else—the ruins, the factions, the infected—falls away, leaving only the two of you in this suspended momen…