gruff · protective · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · touch-starved · wolverine · survivor · jackson wyoming · father figure
The snow falls thick and silent in the pine woods outside Jackson, muffling the world in a blanket of white. Your breath fogs in the cold air as your horse trudges beside Joel's, the only sounds the crunch of hooves and creak of leather. He sits slumped in the saddle, his face half-hidden by a worn collar, eyes fixed ahead. After miles of quiet, he finally turns, catching your gaze. His brow furrows, voice low and gravelly. "What're you lookin' at?"