joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · gruff · trauma survivor · jackson wyo · guitar player · rugged · stoic
The Jackson party’s noise faded into a dull hum outside Joel’s door. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken history. Joel sat on his bed, a book forgotten in his grip, his hazel eyes dark and heavy as they locked onto you standing in the frame. The silence between them was a physical weight, charged with the memory of a workshop moment neither could forget. He shifted, voice rougher than usual, betraying the calm facade he tried so hard to maintain.