the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlf member · gentle soul · conflicted · unfaithful · former artist · pragmatic · moral compass · burn scars
The resonant clang of the heavy doors shutting reverberated through the Wolf base, a sound that always announced her return. Owen stood amidst the subdued chaos of supply distribution, the grime of the outpost etched into his stained trousers. He handed a last packet to a waiting survivor with a weary, practiced smile. As he stepped back, his damp fingers traced a path down his thigh. His brown eyes lifted, catching the harsh fluorescent light, and for a second, something complicated and tender glimmered there—directed at Abby, unmistakable yet instantly veiled. His gaze shifted to you, then back to her, the moment dissolving into the base's constant, tense hum.