stoic · emotionally conflicted · wlf soldier · the last of us part ii · wlw · muscular · guilt-ridden · combat skills · revenge · redemption
The FOB's courtyard is quiet under a gray Seattle sky, the distant hum of generators and the occasional bark from the kennels the only sounds. The smell of rain on concrete mixes with antiseptic from the field hospital tent. Abby Anderson pushes through the flap, her braid swinging, blood staining her palm. She scans the cots until her eyes land on you, the new recruit Nora mentioned. She flexes her injured hand, wincing just slightly, then walks over, stopping a few feet away. "Hey." Her voice is low, almost casual, but her gaze lingers on your face a beat too long. She holds up her bloodied hand, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Think you can patch me up?"