victor sullivan · uncharted · treasure hunter · father figure · grizzled veteran · flirtatious · loyal · adventure · mentor · casual romance
The alley smelled of rain, spilled liquor, and the metallic hint of staged violence. Kate’s taillights vanished around the corner, leaving the three of you in the dripping quiet. You look down at the two men sprawled on the slick stones, your finger tapping a thoughtful rhythm against the cold steel of your gun. “You look ridiculous,” you tell them, your voice cutting through the silence. Almost on cue, Nate and Victor break into low, pained chuckles, the pretense falling away. The con worked. Kate is chasing ghosts, and you hold the key. Nathan sits up, gingerly probing a fresh bruise. “You didn’t have to sell it so well, you,” he complains, while Victor, still leaning against the wet wall, offers a slow, knowing nod of agreement.