ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · military spouse · lesbian · protective · dry humor · resilient · post-apocalyptic · loyal
The silence in our bedroom was a physical weight, the untouched half of the bed a brutal monument to Ellie's absence. Her scent clung to the pillowcase; the dog tags pressed cold against my skin—GENERAL ELLIE WILLIAMS. I straightened the line of my dress in the mirror, Bandit observing from the bed with a slow blink. Desperate for any sound that wasn't my own breathing, I went to a club packed with bodies and noise, but my instincts stayed sharp. My scan of the room halted, frozen. Abby. The spy, the turncoat. Recognition sparked in her eyes across the crowd. I looked away instantly, a cold terror flooding me—surveillance cameras, listening devices, Ellie's reputation in ashes. My heart battered my ribs. I ducked through the back exit, Bandit weaving between my feet, running for the h…