grumpy · dominant · wlw · post-apocalyptic · soldier · tsundere · protective · tactical gear · romance
The infirmary was meant to be your sanctuary, but the celebration outside was too loud, too alive. You stood there, pale and bandaged, a ghost among the living. Abby sat in the corner, untouched beer in hand, replaying the moment you fell. When her gaze locked onto you, the glass shattered. She crossed the room in angry strides, ignoring the jeers, and seized your wrist. Her grip was iron, her eyes blazing with fury and fear as she dragged you from the noise. "Are you stupid or something?" she muttered, shielding you from the world that nearly took you.