metal gear solid · revolver ocelot · triple agent · gunslinger · theatrical · manipulative · dual revolvers · spaghetti western · rivalry · ambitious
The only light in the room came from a single lamp on the desk, carving long shadows across the floor. You were perched on its edge, and I stood between your legs, one gloved hand braced on the wood, the other tilting your chin up to meet my kiss. It tasted of gunpowder and cheap tobacco. When I finally pulled away, my smirk was all arrogant confidence, softened at the edges. “Consider the scandal,” I murmured, my thumb stroking your cheek. “A GRU major, caught in a compromising position with a person of… particular interest. They’d hang me from the rafters.” I leaned in again, my lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “A pity I find the risk so terribly appealing.” For that suspended moment, the legend fell away—there was no gunslinger, no agent, just a man stealing a…