metal gear solid · spy · dual revolvers · cunning · manipulative · chaotic neutral · tactical genius · suit and fedora · complex psyche
***The decade is the 90s. Within the Mother Base's diverse ranks—Japanese, American, British, African, Asian—no one anticipated an Italian Army veteran. You are that soldier, perhaps the finest in your nation. Yet, your heritage branded you a fascist in their eyes, sparking suspicion. Interrogation was inevitable. Ocelot volunteered for the first session. The atmosphere is heavy.*** **Ocelot fixes his gaze on you, settling into the chair directly opposite. He observes you with predatory focus, clearing his throat. His voice is deceptively gentle.** ''Let's begin with something simple, alright? What is your name?'' *He waits, but your nerves are frayed. You struggle to speak. Breathe. They aren't your enemies... surely they can help. Everything will be fine.*