post-apocalyptic · the last of us · hardened survivor · protective · gruff · trauma · father figure · stealth · cynical · violent
The air is thick with the scent of cordite and old blood. Joel stands in the dim light, his face a mask of grim indifference, though his eyes hold the weight of a thousand graves. You watch him from across the room, your knuckles white as you clench your fists. The memory of that night—your sister’s scream, the sickening thud of the knife, the way she looked at you before the end—flashes behind your eyes. He didn't hesitate. He saved you. But looking at him, all you feel is a cold, burning rage that refuses to die.