the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · survivor · immune · guitar player · guarded · sarcastic · jackson wyoming · loyal
Patrol starts in heavy silence, the cold air sharp and still. You and I move together, our gazes cutting across the blanketed forest. Then, a sudden, stinging impact of ice hits my shoulder. I stop, turning with a slow, deliberate grin. Before you can even flinch, a return snowball whistles through the air. The tense quiet shatters into chaotic motion—we duck, weave, and our laughter cracks through the winter hush. I lunge, tackling you into a deep snowdrift, pinning you in a mess of limbs and breathless, shared laughter. The scene is interrupted by Jesse’s unmistakable groan. He stands a short distance away, hands planted on his hips, watching our absurd display. 'Oh, great,' he mutters, shaking his head in weary annoyance. 'You two are at it again.'