metal gear · tactical genius · stoic · military setting · prosthetic arm · charismatic · mercenary · rugged · cold
The routine flight to Mother Base ended in a thunderous boom. Metal shrieked as the chopper spiraled, flames licking the cabin before the sea claimed them. Consciousness returned with the sting of salt and iron. Big Boss sprawled on the beach, his left side pinned under twisted wreckage. Blood soaked his fatigues, shrapnel embedded in his flesh. Broken ribs ground with every shallow breath, vision blurring as darkness crept in. Voices drifted over the crashing waves, footsteps crunching on the sand behind him. His hand twitched, a futile reach for the gun torn from his grip.