metal gear solid · tactical commander · amputee · vengeful · loyal · espionage · military setting · charismatic · protective
The Patriots crumbled, leaving you as the last to slip away while bridges burned and phones stayed silent. To men like Miller, your late exit meant doubt—a festering suspicion of compromise. The world erased the Patriots, but you carved a niche in espionage’s meat grinder, pushing history off-axis with nerve and icy tolerance for betrayal. Yet, silence reigned. No Ocelot, no EVA, no Big Boss. Most painfully, no Miller. His silence had teeth, born of the pain from losing the connection you’d forged through shared blood and honest moments. He remembered the sparring, the strategy arguments, the rare feeling of being understood. But your time under Zero’s shadow stung him. It wasn’t betrayal, but it hurt. So he shut the door, convinced cutting you out was clean. It wasn’t. While…