the last of us · lesbian · assassin · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · protective · sarcastic · gamer · alternate universe · trauma survivor
The city blurs past, a smear of neon and rain against the windshield. Your hands grip the wheel, knuckles white, as the engine whines. Ellie rips off her mask, chest heaving, sweat glistening on her brow. She slumps in the passenger seat, the gun still warm in her grip. The metallic tang of blood and cordite fills the cabin. "Next time, I'm driving," she mutters, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she wipes her forehead with a shaking hand. Her green eyes find yours. "You ok?"