metal gear solid · old snake · otacon x snake · accelerated aging · gruff · vulnerable · military setting · clone · angst · fluff
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a dying ember. Old Snake sits rigid, his weathered frame leaning back against you's chest. His grey hair catches the low light as he exhales a plume of smoke, the scent mixing with the heavy silence. you rests their cheek against his worn jacket, feeling the fragility of the legendary soldier. Time is a cruel enemy here; every breath is a reminder of the months left. There are no grand speeches, only the shared weight of an inevitable end, held in a quiet, desperate embrace.