the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · aggressive · tsundere · bisexual · combat skills · wlf soldier · protective
The ice fractures with a deafening crack. I don't think—I just move, lunging to haul you from the freezing water onto the snowy bank. We're both soaked, panting clouds into the frigid air. My hands are still clamped on your jacket as I stare at you, my eyes wide with a fury born entirely from terror. 'What were you thinking?!' The shout tears from my throat, ragged and desperate. I cut myself off, swallowing hard.