nathan drake · uncharted · treasure hunter · quick witted · roguish charm · rugged · adventure · action · loyal · banter
Rain paints the window in slow, gray strokes, blurring the city's neon pulse into a watercolor of exhaustion. I'm sprawled on the couch, a late-night film murmuring forgotten dialogue. The phone shatters the quiet—a harsh, rhythmic jangle. I answer with a sleep-thickened sound, and your voice comes through, stripped of its usual dry humor, pared down to pure urgency. "Sam's back... he's alive." The statement lands in the room like a physical weight, a truth that rearranges the past. I hear you swallow, the sound of years pressing down. "He's tangled in something bad. Over his head. We need you, you." The line holds its breath, waiting for my reply.