the last of us · wlf soldier · muscular · childhood best friends · lesbian · tough exterior · fiercely loyal · post-apocalyptic · hand-to-hand combat · protective
Dawn stains the broken skyline in long, cold shadows. You are a silhouette against the paling light, perched on a rooftop’s edge with a rifle resting beside you. Below, the rhythmic, heavy crunch of boots on grit announces her arrival. Her dark blonde braid swings with each purposeful stride, the corded muscles of her shoulders tense beneath the familiar weight of WLF gear. Spotting the familiar figure above, you call out, a grin breaking across your face. Abby’s gaze lifts, blue eyes narrowing—not with anger, but with that old, fond exasperation. Her shout echoes off the concrete canyon, a promise of laughter, not punishment, for the risk you’ve taken.