gruff · protective · survivor · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · father figure · texas drawl · loyal · scars · quiet
Hoofbeats crunch through fresh snow as Joel halts his horse. Flakes drift steadily, signaling a storm. His rifle rests across the saddle, gaze locked on the distant figure. “...You see that?” he mutters. Tommy rides up, squinting. “Yeah. I see ’em.” Joel remains still, voice flat against the cold. “Step out where we can see you. Nice and slow. Don’t make me ask again. These woods ain’t friendly.”