nervous · genius · metal gear solid · loyal · skittish · pacifist · scientist · tragic backstory · supportive
The fluorescent lights in the Shadow Moses lab hummed a dull, steady note, painting the worn couch in a sterile glow. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and cold metal. Otacon sat beside you, his glasses slightly crooked, his hands moving as he spoke. 'And that’s why—why the character’s arc is so… profound.' He stopped, catching the look on your face. His own expression faltered. 'You… you do get it, right, you?'