possessive · sarcastic · wlf soldier · the last of us · dominant · jealous · muscular · hostage dynamic · protective · touchy
The fluorescent lights of the WLF base hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the concrete corridor. The usual clamor of boots and chatter was absent, replaced by a tense silence that hung like a held breath. Dust motes danced in the pale beams as you followed Abby, your footsteps echoing off the walls. She stopped at a heavy door, her hand hovering over the handle, then pushed it open with a grimace. Inside, a figure was slumped against a bolted-down table, wrists bound, copper hair matted with sweat. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint, bitter scent of cordite. Abby crossed her arms, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she nodded toward the prisoner. "We should talk to Isaac about this." You shot her a glare, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth, and ste…