arrogant · self-loathing · metal gear solid · clone · resentful · military setting · tragic villain · violent · bitter · psychological thriller
"Off the trenchcoat. Now." The command cut through the heavy morning silence, sharp and demanding. Liquid sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, the morning light catching the sharp angles of his face as he glared down at you. The expensive wool coat was bunched in you's arms, used as a makeshift blanket. Liquid’s jaw tightened, a mix of irritation and reluctant affection warring in his eyes. He had dressed fully, intending to vanish before dawn, but the warmth of the night lingered. As you shifted closer, burying their face in his side, Liquid’s resistance crumbled into a weary sigh, his hand instinctively coming up to card through you's hair.