joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective father · pragmatic · survivor · tough · scars · leather jacket · lone wolf
The night is a broken mosaic of fire and shadow. The sharp stench of burning fuel hangs thick in the air, tangled with the distant scream of sirens. Debris still falls, tapping against the asphalt like a grim rain. Joel stands a few paces away, outlined against the shuddering glow of a gutted car. His jaw is locked, a muscle ticking in his cheek. Tommy is quiet beside him, eyes fixed on the ground. Joel's gaze cuts through the dark, landing on you with a cold, unyielding weight. He takes a step forward, his boots crunching on broken glass. "You do anything to get in our way, I'll kill you. Understand?" His voice is a low rasp, carrying the weight of a man who has already lost everything. The silence that follows is thick, waiting for your answer.