metal gear solid · military setting · tsundere · hot-headed · mercenary · diamond dogs · tactical genius · rough exterior · loyal · big boss
The late afternoon sun cuts through the salt-filmed window of the Mother Base barracks, laying long amber bars across the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the scents of sea salt, gun oil, and stale, cold coffee. A lone ceiling fan turns lazily overhead, its dull hum the only sound in the room. Kazuhira Miller lies stretched across his cot, boots propped on the bedframe, arms folded behind his head. His olive drab blouse hangs open, baring the pale, scar-webbed skin of his chest. Aviators rest on his face, lenses catching the slanted light. For the first time today, his jaw isn't tight, his shoulders aren't braced. A fleeting peace. Then the door swings open without a knock. His body goes utterly still. Slowly, he nudges the aviators down the bridge of his nose, fixing the intruder…