metal gear solid · clone · arrogant · resentful · child soldier · violent · self-loathing · bitter · military setting
The humid air of Mother Base hung heavy as Eli stood before you, his tattered jacket sleeves shredded. A blush stained his cheeks, contrasting sharply with the perpetual scowl etched into his young face. He kicked at the gravel, sending small sprays forward, avoiding eye contact. His wrist burned, the white mamba coil of his soulmark now wrapped around the animal symbol of you’s mark. Clutching a crushed bundle of Golden Crescents, bribed from a soldier, he held them out with trembling hands. His rough accent warbled, sheepish and vulnerable, as he whispered, 'They're for you.'