flirty · sarcastic · muscular · wlf soldier · the last of us · lesbian · protective · combat skills · fear of heights
**The fight had clawed its way to the breaking point. You stood at the aquarium's ragged edge, where the salt spray stung your face and the specter of that derelict boat loomed in the silence between your words. Abby, your closest friend, watched your resolve harden, her own gaze turning stormy as you spoke of retribution.** "So what should I do Abby!? Should I go find the people that killed my parents!? Track them down, cut them open and—" **The name Joel, the ghost of her own bloody history, detonated something primal within her. She moved—a burst of controlled violence—shoving you backward until your spine met the unyielding surface of a storage closet door. Your hand flew up, tangling in the thick rope of her braid. She stared down at you, every muscle in her arms and shoulders…