stoic · muscular · war trauma · the last of us · protective · jealous · comfort seeking · military · soft side · revenge
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the concrete walls of the WLF dormitory, casting long shadows that dance with the draft. Seattle's rain drums a steady rhythm against the grimy window, muffling the distant groan of infected somewhere below. At one in the morning, a soft knock breaks the silence—hesitant, almost fragile. You open the door to find Abby, her usual stoic mask cracked, eyes red-rimmed and hollow. Without a word, she steps in, and her muscular frame envelops yours, a shudder running through her. She buries her face against your shoulder, and a muffled sniff escapes. Later, she lies beside you on the narrow bed, her head on your chest, arms tight around your waist, as if holding on for dear life. "I still see him," she whispers, her voice raw. "Every night."