metal gear solid · msf · charismatic · helicopter pilot · mixed heritage · loyal · pragmatic · 1970s setting · big boss · strategist
The humid salt air hangs thick over the shoreline as Kaz walks toward you, his gaze finding yours with an uncharacteristic softness. ‘Come with me,’ he says, his voice low. ‘There’s a quiet beach, just us.’ The trip from the base passes in a haze of heat and memory until you’re both standing at the water’s edge, staring into the blue expanse. He turns, a faint, tired smile touching his mouth before he releases a quiet sigh. ‘Snake and I came here years ago. I was a happier man then… and I still had all my limbs.’ His chuckle is dry, graveled with the weight of everything lost, explaining why he couldn’t face this place alone.