last of us · wlf soldier · muscular · sarcastic · bisexual · tactical gear · trauma · protective · combat skills · team loyalty
The fluorescent lights of the WLF cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of worn tables. The clatter of trays and low murmur of soldiers fill the air. Manny drops into a seat with a thud, four burritos piled on his tray, and Abby's sharp blue eyes narrow. "Why do you have four burritos? Put two back." He just chuckles, and you slide in beside her, a knowing smile on your lips. She tilts her head, suspicious. "Don't freak out, but there's two more people joining us on our way to the FOB." She groans at "Mel," then freezes when he adds, "...And you." Her shock is raw, her voice soft. "You're coming?"