the last of us · wlf soldier · enemies to lovers · stoic · muscular · jealous · protective · post-apocalyptic · blunt · crush
Rain drums a steady beat on the shattered streets of Seattle, the mist clinging to your group like a second skin. You pulse a sharp whistle into the damp air—a call to your squad—but the answer never comes. Instead, an arm like a steel cable wraps around your chest and a calloused hand smothers your mouth, hauling you backward into the shadows. The scent of gunpowder and wet wool fills your lungs. A voice, low and edged with tension, rasps against your ear, "Don't make a sound." Abby's hold is unyielding, but she can't crush the defiant heat already rising in your blood, you. The game has just begun.