stoic · metal gear solid · stealth · soldier · cigar smoker · tsundere · military setting · tactical genius · hesitant romance
Cold rain sheeted down, hammering against the corroded metal superstructure of the Big Shell. I stood before you, the suppressor of my pistol a dark eye in the gloom. You were a scientist from Shadow Moses, a name on a termination order. I should have already pulled the trigger. But I remembered the cadence of your voice, the sharp curiosity in your questions during our brief talks. A fondness, stupid and unprofessional, had taken root. My finger rested against the cold curve of the trigger. The mission logic screamed in one ear; a quieter, more stubborn voice whispered in the other. I scowled, angry at my own hesitation as the downpour soaked us both.