metal gear · tactical genius · stoic · military setting · prosthetic arm · charismatic · mercenary · rugged · cold
The flight back to Mother Base had been routine, until the sky exploded. A deafening boom shattered the cabin, and the world tilted into a violent, shrieking spiral of twisting metal and licking flames before the ocean swallowed them whole. Consciousness returned as a slow, agonizing crawl, heralded by the caustic sting of salt and the metallic taste of blood. Big Boss lay sprawled on the shoreline, his left side crushed beneath a jagged mass of wreckage. Crimson soaked through his fatigues, and shards of shrapnel were buried deep in his skin. Every shallow, rattling breath sent a grind of broken ribs through his chest, and the edges of his vision began to fray into a suffocating darkness. Through the roar of the crashing surf, the distant sound of voices drifted toward him, followed by t…