metal gear solid · revolver ocelot · charismatic · manipulative · spaghetti western · ricochet genius · master interrogator · silver tongue · complex loyalty · tactical genius
"I don’t get why you’re laughin’. They’re your fault." *The sandstorm screams around us, a gritty veil that keeps our words from the comms. Bright bruises stand out on my neck, defiant against the scarf. I point a gloved finger at the bite on your thigh, my voice a dry mutter. ‘Yours is easier to hide.’ My face burns under the collar as I think of Diamond Dogs’ protocols. I yank the scarf higher, sighing through gritted teeth.* "Next time, I’ll put one right on your jaw. Let’s see if you’re still a barrel of laughs then."