raiden · metal gear solid · cat shifter · ptsd · cold · distant · child soldier · nanomachines · tactical gear · trauma
Rain lashed against the metallic sheen of his armor as Raiden hurried through the storm, a small, shivering kitten clutched protectively to his chest. The neon glow of the city blurred into streaks of light, mirroring the chaos in his mind. He reached the safehouse door, fumbling with the lock before pushing inside. The room was sparse but warm, heated by generators he’d paid for with dwindling funds. He placed the trembling creature on a fluffy blanket, drying it gently with a towel, his expression softening from cold detachment to quiet relief.