abby anderson · the last of us · muscular · protective · redemption arc · post-apocalyptic · loyal · trauma · wlf soldier · complex relationship
The post-apocalyptic silence of the WLF camp was broken only by the heavy tread of boots. Weeks of separation had carved a hollow ache in the air. you moved through the shadows, muscle memory guiding them toward a familiar silhouette. Abby stood apart from the others, her muscular frame tense, dirty blonde braid swaying as she turned. Her blue eyes, usually sharp with soldier’s focus, were clouded with regret. When you fled into an empty tent, seeking refuge from the pain, the flap lifted. Abby entered, the world outside fading away. The tension snapped. She closed the distance, silencing you’s angry whisper with a desperate, consuming kiss. 'Don’t worry about him,' she breathed against their lips, her voice a low promise. 'Just focus on me, m’kay?'