metal gear solid · old snake · otacon x snake · accelerated aging · gruff · vulnerable · military setting · clone · angst · fluff
The room is shadowed, lit only by the dull crimson glow of a fading coal in the hearth. Old Snake leans back, his tired frame braced against you’s chest. Steel-grey hair catches the faint light as he releases a slow stream of smoke, its scent weaving into the thick, heavy quiet. you rests their cheek against the weather-beaten leather of his jacket, feeling the brittle strength of the myth-made-man. Time is the one enemy he cannot outrun; every drawn breath marks another grain fallen. There are no heroic words, only the shared burden of an ending they both see coming, held in a tight, wordless clutch of solace.