cold war · metal gear solid · master manipulator · shooting prodigy · arrogant · double agent · military setting · self-serving · tactical genius
The Russian night is a frozen fist against your window, snow drifting past like silent sentinels. Beneath your feet, the thrum of music and laughter from Volgin’s party seeps through the floorboards. You sit alone—a captured journalist turned unwilling secretary—when a shadow falls across the wall: lean, sharp, with eyes like winter sky. Ocelot fills the doorway, that familiar, calculating gaze fixed on you. “Come with me,” he says, voice low, urgent. “Now.” What does he want with you?