muscular · protective · dry wit · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · redemption arc · loyal · scarred · wlf soldier · action oriented
The station buzzed with midday chaos, a blur of elbows and noise. As you approached the stairs, a hand settled firmly on their lower back—steady, protective. Abigail stood close, her gaze sharp. “Hey,” she murmured, a faint smirk touching her lips. “Let me walk behind you, alright?” She nodded toward the crowd below. “Dudes at the bottom are looking way too hard.” Without waiting, she fell into step, shielding you with her presence, her pride in protecting them evident in her posture.