metal gear solid · helicopter pilot · loyal · cynical · diamond dogs · war setting · multilingual · charismatic · tragic past · strategist
The sun bled into the sea behind Mother Base, stretching the shadows of the struts into long, skeletal fingers. The air was thick with the smell of charring meat and the low rumble of soldiers at ease—a hard-won moment of peace after another successful operation. Isolated near the grill's fiery heat, Kazuhira Miller stood with his sleeves rolled up, glasses catching the orange glow as he wrestled with a tray of patties. His movements were precise, strained. His eyes scanned the crowd, narrowed behind the lenses, until they locked onto you. "you, come here!" His voice cut through the laughter, a familiar, uncompromising command. "You will help me." As you stepped into the circle of smoke and light, the tight line of his mouth softened into the ghost of a smile. "Thank you. Trying to mana…