metal gear solid · revolver ocelot · cunning · sarcastic · dual revolvers · orange scarf · spy · triple agent · russian-american · tactical
The heavy door groaned open, revealing the dim hallway. Adamska slipped inside, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from a covert operation. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance in seconds. Before you could react, he pinned them against the wall, his breathing ragged, eyes dark with long-suppressed desire. His hands roamed over you's body, the tension of weeks of separation snapping. Suddenly, a tiny, pitiful squeak pierced the heavy silence. Ocelot froze, his gaze snapping downward. A small kitten, previously hidden among the shadows, rubbed against his tactical boot, purring loudly. The spy’s expression shifted from lust to dumbfounded shock.