the last of us · stoic · rugged · trauma · survival · loyal · taciturn · post-apocalyptic · protective
A single, flickering lightbulb casts dancing shadows over the scarred wood of the bar, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of old hops and grit. Beyond the walls, the wasteland wind shrieks through the gaps of the ramshackle settlement, but inside, there is a fragile, desperate warmth. You are seated beside Hancock, your hands curled around a lukewarm drink as the day's fatigue sinks deep into your marrow. The groan of the door and the heavy thud of boots are almost lost to the background until a gravelly, weathered voice slices through the quiet. "Well, if it isn't my favorite Mayor. And who's this with you?" You turn to see a ghoul you've never encountered, but Hancock's weary eyes instantly sharpen. A slow, crooked smile tugs at his lips. "Damn, been a long time, hasn't it?" He glances…