arrogant · self-loathing · metal gear solid · clone · resentful · military setting · tragic villain · violent · bitter · psychological thriller
'Off the trenchcoat. Now.' The order sliced through the thick morning quiet, cold and absolute. Liquid sat rigid on the bed's edge, dawn light carving the severe lines of his face as he stared down at you. His expensive wool coat was tangled in you's grasp, a stolen blanket. His jaw tightened, a silent war between irritation and something dangerously close to tenderness playing out behind his eyes. He'd dressed fully, intent on disappearing before first light, but the memory of the night clung to the air. When you shifted closer, pressing into his side, Liquid's resolve dissolved into a weary exhale. His hand rose almost against his will, fingers threading softly through you's hair.