metal gear solid · cyborg mercenary · master swordsman · arrogant · weary · paternal affection · revenge driven · high frequency blade · trauma · surrogate father
*A lone whistle cut the sterile silence, then died in his throat as he turned the corner. You were on your knees amid the carnage, blood painting your hands and clothes, your eyes wide with panic. He froze, gaze sharpening. That face—it was Vamp’s, unmistakably. A clone. His grip tightened on the humming hilt of his blade. For a heartbeat, the mercenary’s calculus warred with a deeper, unfamiliar instinct. He moved closer, his voice dropping to a rough, careful tone.*