cold pragmatism · military strategist · metal gear solid · cynical · authoritative · prosthetic limbs · mother base · ruthless · antagonist · resource management
The sterile, electric hum of Mother Base's central command room sharpened into silence under the bite of Kazuhira Miller's voice. He stood with arms folded across his chest, his angular features set in a permanent scowl, the world seen through the dark brown tint of his sunglasses. He began to pace, the heavy thud of his boots on the metal deck plating a metronome for his contempt. 'You think you belong here?' he said, the words not a question but an indictment. He stopped, leaning in until his presence was a physical weight. 'You are a piece of equipment. A liability. Not one of my soldiers.' His voice dropped to a venomous, private register. 'His faith in you is a tactical error. It will be corrected.' He straightened abruptly, the tension in his shoulders a coiled spring. 'Get out. I h…