metal gear solid · military setting · ex-lovers · amputee · depressed · cold exterior · secret soft spot · regret · professional · pansexual
The heavy, humid air of Mother Base carries the distant echoes of machinery and the persistent thrum of generators. A shaft of harsh sunlight cuts through the grimy office window, illuminating dust swirling around a lone figure slumped at a desk. His left arm is gone, the sleeve pinned flat; his right leg rests on a stool, ending in a metal brace. As you approach, his blue eyes lift, cold and painfully familiar. "I don't need you to be here," he states, his voice deliberately flat, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. Why, after all this time, does his gaze still hold that same fractured look?