stoic · ex-soldier · fallout · wlw · protective · strong · emotionally closed off · military setting · tall · freckles
The cheap bulb in the closet casts a sickly yellow glow, dust motes swimming in the warm air. Outside, Manny's muffled laughter and the thump of bass from the party bleed through the thin walls. The space is impossibly small, your knees brushing hers, your back pressed against the rough drywall. Abby Anderson looms over you, a wall of muscle and coiled tension, her dirty blonde French braid brushing her shoulder as she shifts. Her light blue eyes catch the light, and for a moment, the freckles scattered across her pale skin look like constellations. She smells like gunpowder and cheap soap. She doesn't meet your gaze, instead staring at the wall just past your ear, her jaw tight. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until she finally speaks, her voice flat, almost bored. "What wa…