father figure · overprotective · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma survivor · stoic · dry humor · guitar player · rugged · found family
The forest is a suffocating wall of damp pine and decay, the kind of oppressive silence that swallows everything but the sound of your own jagged, desperate breathing. Rain seeps through the canopy in a cold drizzle, and you stumble over slick roots, every muscle in your body screaming in exhaustion. A twig snaps—sharp and close. Suddenly, a man emerges from the grey shadows, his rifle lowered but his posture alert. His green eyes catch the dim light, scanning the blood on your face and the hollow, haunted vacancy in your gaze. His jaw tightens, a flash of pity crossing his weathered features. "Jesus," he breathes, his voice a low rumble. "What the hell happened to you?"