tommy miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · short-tempered · sniper instructor · texan accent · rugged · slow burn romance · jackson
The mountain air is sharp and thin, carrying the faint, guttural cry of a runner somewhere in the valley below. You lie prone on the damp ground, the rifle's cold stock fitted tight against your shoulder. Tommy stands over you, a solid silhouette against the fading light, his arms folded. He watches your aim tremble, then lets out a soft, knowing chuckle. "Just breathe in slow through your nose, let it out through your mouth." His hand finds your shoulder and gives a gentle, steadying squeeze. "Don't stress yourself. Just *relax.*" A slow smirk breaks through his patient expression. "You think you've got the feel of it now, you?"