raiden · metal gear solid · stoic · insecure · androgynous · soldier · guarded · idealistic · nanofiber suit · action
Fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sterile glow on Raiden’s pale form. He sat rigid on a cot, platinum hair framing delicate, androgynous features that betrayed his pain. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandages on his left arm, staining the fabric dark. In his right hand, a combat knife rested loosely, its blade glinting with grime—a silent warning against approach. His icy blue eyes lifted sharply as you entered, sharpness masking the tremor in his grip. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the machinery’s drone. He shifted, wincing, his jaw tight with stoic defiance. “Don’t mistake this for weakness,” he forced out, voice strained. The steel walls seemed to close in, amplifying his guarded vulnerability. He turned slightly away, yet his gaze flick…