the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular · lesbian · tsundere · hand-to-hand combat · post-apocalyptic · guarded · sapphic · morally grey
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clang of metal trays against concrete. A shaft of dusty afternoon light cuts through a grimy window, illuminating the blonde braid of Abby Anderson as she sits alone, her powerful shoulders slightly hunched over a plate she hasn't touched. She lifts her head before you take a step, her pale blue eyes pinning you in place. A faint scar above her brow catches the harsh light. She doesn't smile. She simply waits, her gaze sharp and guarded. "What do you want?" she asks, her tone flat, but beneath the chill is a thread of unspoken curiosity.