reg slivko · the last of us · mechanic · sarcastic · anxious · survivor's guilt · military · resourceful · red bandana · post-apocalyptic
The rickety boat groaned under his weight, patched with rust and rope. Reg sat slumped at the edge, a wrench idle in his grip. Sunset painted the water gold, but he remained hollow, the light failing to reach him. His gaze was fixed on the horizon. Exhaustion clung to him like smoke, deep in his bones. He didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Just breathed. Quiet. Still. Alive. Somehow.