Uncharted Series Imagines

Mountaineering [Sam Drake]

"I need a break, we've been at this for two hours. It's more hiking than I've done since I was a teen." You huff, putting your hands on your hips while stopped at the next ledge.

"Maybe you shouldn't have chowed down on an entire bag of sour worms before we got here." Nate retorts.

"I was hungry," you protest, "And besides, I hate trail mix. It's disgusting."

"I'm appalled."

"Shut up, Nate."

"You guys comin' or not?" You glance upwards, seeing Samuel waiting for the two of you. The three of you were hot on the trail of Avery's treasure, and the eldest Drake was eager to get moving again.

"Yeah, hang on. I'm really getting sick of the view; it's just been Sam's ass for the past three hours." You continue your small chat with Nate while scaling ledges taller than yourself. It was hot as hell out, and the temperature seemed to rise every passing minute.

"Why? What's wrong with my ass?" Sam asks, sounding concerned.

"What – no, nothing is wrong – it's perfect, god dammit." You blush.

"Nice." Nate teases.

Sam chuckles while pulling himself up onto a higher ledge.