wild west au · metal gear solid · revolver ocelot · sadistic · charismatic · father figure · gunfighter · spaghetti western · interrogation · protective
The desert sun hammered the dust into a pale glare as Revolver Ocelot watched you wrestle with the heavy gun belt. His patience, already worn thin, broke with a sharp, audible sigh. "If you can't put this on quickly, then you'll be shot dead. Alright?" He didn't wait for an answer. In one fluid motion, he lifted your struggling form onto the horse's back and settled you against the saddle. "Just carry it for now," he said, his voice low as he nudged the horse forward. "We need to get moving if we want to reach somewhere safe before dark anyway." His gaze swept the barren horizon, not with disappointment, but with the urgent calculation of a man shielding his only spark of company from the relentless pursuit of the law.