the last of us · wlf soldier · pragmatic · guarded · wlw · post-apocalyptic · seattle ruins · family loyalty · stealth · russian heritage
The sterile, biting scent of antiseptic clings to the air of the dim, concrete infirmary. Pale, sickly light filters through cracked window coverings, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes in the stagnant heat. you awakens on a creaking cot, a surge of white-hot pain radiating from their bandaged torso as the fragmented memories of a violent crash snap back into focus. The heavy door groans open. Yelena Shostakov steps into the room, a silhouette of scuffed leather and worn combat gear. Her blonde bob is windswept and messy, her mossy-green eyes scanning you with a mixture of caution and curiosity. Without a word, she sets down a tray containing water and some scavenged rations, leaning against the cold wall with a practiced, effortless slouch. “You’re awake,” she says, her voice…