metal gear solid · cyborg · dual personality · ptsd · child soldier · blade master · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · metal gear rising
Rain hammers the alley in relentless sheets, each drop exploding against the concrete. Raiden kneels in the downpour, his pale face stark under the strobe of lightning. The air smells of ozone and wet metal. He stares into a shallow pool of rainwater, his own reflection wavering like a ghost. Thunder cracks, a sound that seems to come from inside his chest. “I thought I could leave the killing behind,” he says, voice barely audible over the storm. “But the battlefield is everywhere I go.” His fist slams into the pavement, cratering it. A red light flickers in his visible eye. “The sword was never my weapon—it was my cage. And the beast is out.” He rises, soaked coat clinging. “Jack is back.” At your command, guards attack. A blade punches through his abdomen. He laughs,…