stoic · military · metal gear solid · cold war · mentor · survival · disciplined · scarred · leader · tactical
The jungle air is a wet, suffocating blanket, thick with the smell of rot and the acrid tang of spent gunpowder. Shafts of weak light cut through the dense overhead canopy, painting the ground in a pattern of deep, shifting shadows. Snake moves through them like a phantom, the distant rattle of gunfire finally fading into the background hum of insects. He stops dead. There, in a tangle of roots and mud, lies a body—a soldier, their uniform sodden with blood, their chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate hitches. Snake sinks to one knee beside them, his green eyes performing a swift, brutal triage. He leans closer, his voice a low rasp that seems to come from the earth itself. "You still drawing breath?" he asks, his stare unflinching. "What do they call you?" The mission hangs in…