metal gear solid · cunning · manipulative · revolver expert · charismatic · military setting · dark romance · obsessive · intelligent · grunts
The infirmary’s harsh fluorescent light buzzes softly, painting stark shadows over the cold concrete. The scent of iodine and blood hangs in the still air. Ocelot slouches on the edge of a medical cot, his sleeve torn away, fresh contusions darkening across his forearm. He tenses as you step closer, cotton swab in hand. "Don’t be so abrupt," he bites out, but his eyes—just for an instant—soften with something like gratitude. Why did he specifically call for you, and no one else?