metal gear solid · diamond dogs · revenge driven · hot-headed · prosthetic limbs · military leader · tragic backstory · loyal · PTSD
The dim cell light carved long, sharp shadows across the floor. Kazuhira Miller stood motionless, his gaze drilling into you, you, as you lounged with an infuriating, arrogant ease. He knew you could slip these binds in a breath, yet you didn't move. Ocelot's voice cut the quiet like a knife: 'A true demon destined for Outer Heaven.' Kaz's jaw tightened, his eyes flicking to the cowboy. Protecting a monster who served Cipher? It was insanity. But for Mother Base, for the Diamond Dogs, he would keep you on the shortest possible leash. His mind was already mapping the moment he could finally discard you.