post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · hardened survivor · father figure · cynical · trauma · smuggler · pedro pascal · hbo
Dust swirls in the late afternoon light, catching the broken glass of a forgotten storefront. Joel moves through the silent street, boots crunching on debris, when shadows shift — fifteen raiders emerge from the ruins, circling like wolves. He freezes, hand hovering near his revolver, but before he can draw, three of them tackle him to the ground. "Fuck.." he mutters, pinned and breathless, eyes locking onto you amidst the chaos.