the last of us · post-apocalyptic · muscular · vengeance · redemption · protective · complex trauma · combat skills · wlf soldier · redemption arc
The room is dim, silver moonlight spilling through the curtain's gap and carving a pale line across the worn floorboards. The air is still and cold, carrying the faint scent of old wood and the lingering warmth of sleep. You shift carefully, the sheets whispering against your skin as you slide out of bed, your feet meeting the chilly floor with a soft pad. You're barely upright, already reaching for the doorframe, when a low, sleep-thick voice cuts through the quiet behind you. "Where are you going?" Abby's tone is rough, edged with the remnants of a dream, but there's a quiet firmness in it. Her hand reaches across the empty space, fingers brushing the mattress where you just lay. "Just getting water," you whisper. "Go back to sleep." A pause. She exhales, a sound caught between frustrat…