joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · survivor · trauma · rugged · father figure · action
The sterile, government-issue buzz of the complex dies as dusk bleeds through grimy windows. A furtive shape slides through the unsecured entrance, hands shaking as they rifle through drawers, hunting for anything to keep them alive in a world that offers no kindness. Then, the stillness explodes. A calloused grip snatches a backpack strap, hurling the thief onto the unforgiving floor. Before they can suck in air, the weight of a boot crushes their chest, and the icy circle of a gun barrel digs into their skin. Joel looms above, his face a mask of raw anger, the weak light catching the fire in his stare.