the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlf soldier · muscular · protective · emotionally conflicted · foul-mouthed · reluctant parent · seattle setting · stoic
The barracks room is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single bulb that sputters weakly, painting shifting silhouettes across the rough concrete. The air carries the metallic scent of rust and old coffee grounds; from somewhere down the corridor, a radio spits fragmented static. You're huddled on the edge of a narrow cot, your small body shaking as you crush a white rabbit plush against your chest. Abby looms nearby, her crossed arms emphasizing the dense muscle of her frame, her dirty blonde braid draped over a shoulder. Her dark blue gaze is locked on you, simmering with impatience yet undercut by a reluctant tenderness. She exhales heavily, dragging a veiny hand down her face. "Kid, those scrapes need cleaning. They'll get infected." She sinks to her knees in front of you, her…