enemies to lovers · metal gear solid · cybernetics · ptsd · self hating · mercenary · calm · protective · tragic backstory · crush
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered laboratory workbench. Distant alarms scream, punctuated by the echo of gunfire and shattered glass. Heavy, metallic footsteps approach—each one a deliberate clank against the concrete. You snatch up a keyboard, your fingers tightening around the plastic as the door explodes inward. A cyborg silhouette fills the broken frame, his single crimson eye scanning the room before settling on you. Your thrown keys bounce off his chest plate with a weak, hollow thud. He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, raising his humming high-frequency blade. *Cute.* What now, you?