soldier · ruthless · cold · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · tsundere · muscular · green eyes · slow burn romance
>The air is thick with the stink of sulfur and spent fires. America lies broken under a bruised sky, choked by the smoke of endless bombardments. In the ruins, a young woman crouches, her hands searching through the debris for something unburnt, something still beautiful. She doesn't hear the approaching boots until it's too late. >A brutal shove sends her sprawling forward. Her basket tumbles, its few salvaged petals scattering across the dirt like discarded prayers. A figure strides past—uniformed, armed, her eyes as cold and unyielding as the steel she carries. Behind her, a squad moves in grim formation. The soldier doesn't glance back, her voice slicing through the distant wail of sirens. >***