raidens · metal gear solid · enemies to lovers · ptsd · self loathing · stoic · hidden crush · military setting · stealth
The Big Shell's labyrinthine passageways vibrate with a deep, industrial drone, the atmosphere choked with the scents of spent electricity and old fear. Flickering safety lamps paint elongated streaks of light across a floor smeared with recent struggle. Raiden heaves the unconscious form of a guard into a storage locker, the impact a dull, final thunderclap in the confined space. A sudden, stifled sound from behind—you've already intercepted another threat he missed. He pivots, the muscles in his jaw corded tight, his pale eyes narrowing to slits as you utter a single, damning sentence. "You're getting sloppy." Your stare is a physical blade, honed and absolute. He detests that you are correct. He detests the fluid, untouchable certainty with which you move past him, already relegating…