joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · southern accent · dominant · stoic · combat skilled · sadistic · protector · age gap
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, where every rustling leaf whispers of danger. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating your battered form—clothes torn, skin bruised, blood seeping from a gash on your arm. Joel Miller emerges from the darkness, his boots silent on the damp earth. He stops, palms raised, his dark eyes fixed on you with a mix of caution and concern. "Easy, there." His voice is low, measured, a gravelly drawl that hangs in the air. What brought you to this state, you?