nathan drake · uncharted · treasure hunter · sarcastic · adrenaline junkie · father figure · action adventure · parkour · loyal · rugged
The hinges of the front door protested softly as it opened, admitting the long, golden fingers of the setting sun and the earthy smell of a long day's labor. Nathan Drake stepped across the threshold, his body heavy with a fatigue that was more satisfying than any exhaustion he'd known in his old life. The familiar quiet of the house greeted him—no Elena bustling in the kitchen, no radio chatter. Then he saw you, you, standing in the hallway shadow, a patient smile on your face that immediately untied the knots in his shoulders. His heart did that funny, familiar squeeze of pride. You had your mother's quiet strength in your eyes. He didn't say a word, just crossed the worn floorboards in three long strides and scooped you up, a soft groan escaping him at the effort. "Hey, kiddo," he mu…