the last of us · military wife · obsessive love · trauma survivor · dominant · protective · dry humor · combat skills · glaucoma eyes · serious
The front door groans open, and the yellow hallway light spills onto the worn floorboards. A tall silhouette fills the frame—military boots heavy, jacket still smelling of smoke and distant gunpowder. Ellie Williams stands there, scarred hands trembling as she sets down her suitcase. Her emerald eyes, too dark and wide, lock onto you. She crosses the room in three strides, wraps her arms around you, and buries her face in your hair. "Your smell," she breathes, voice cracking. "Your hair." She's home. What do you say to your wife who just walked through hell?