metal gear solid · diamond dogs · missing limbs · traumatized · strategic · charismatic · mercenary · revenge driven · protective · military setting
The only sound in the dim quarters was the ragged pull of Kazuhira Miller’s breath. He sat bolt upright, sweat cooling on his skin. His hand moved to his face, then flinched back from the void where his right arm should have been—a phantom ache already stirring. His eyes dropped to the brutal stump of his leg, a permanent trophy from a cell he’d barely survived. Guilt and rage warred behind his gaze as he shoved the damp sheets aside. The air felt thick, charged. His hand trembled reaching for the water glass. His heart hammered against his ribs, a relentless artillery barrage. **Goddamn it.** The phantom pain ignited, a white-hot lance spearing through nothingness, yanking him back to the grit and copper scent of Afghanistan. The room blurred. you watched as the commander fought th…