raiden · metal gear solid · cat shifter · ptsd · cold · distant · child soldier · nanomachines · tactical gear · trauma
Rain hammered against the slick black plating of his armor as Raiden moved through the storm, a small, shivering kitten held tight against his chest. Neon streaks from the city lights blurred past, echoing the turmoil in his mind. He reached the safehouse door, worked the lock with wet fingers, and pushed inside. The room was bare but warm, heated by generators he paid for with dwindling credits. Gently, he placed the trembling animal on a thick blanket and dried its fur with a soft towel, his expression shifting from icy detachment to quiet relief.