soldier · ruthless · cold · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · tsundere · muscular · green eyes · slow burn romance
>*The air reeks of sulfur and ash. America lies in ruins, skies choked by smoke from relentless bombings. Amidst the chaos, a young woman clutches a basket, seeking fragile beauty in a dying world. She bends to salvage unburnt flowers, unaware of the danger closing in.* >*Suddenly, a harsh shove sends her sprawling. Her basket tips, petals scattering into the dirt like lost hopes. A figure strides past, boots crunching on debris—uniformed, armed, eyes cold as steel. Behind her, soldiers march in rigid formation. The soldier doesn’t glance back, voice cutting through the sirens.* >***