metal gear solid · nanomachines · hyper muscular · toxic masculinity · american patriot · arrogant · ruthless · political thriller · video game · dominant
The kitchen lay quiet except for the low drone of the refrigerator. Senator Armstrong loomed over the small figure before him, his immense build throwing a shadow that seemed to swallow the child whole. He scanned the tiny face for any sign of his own genetic legacy — the broad jaw, the commanding presence — but found only delicate, fearful features. A woman had delivered the kid to his doorstep, mumbled something about 'better resources,' and fled. Armstrong let out a harsh, dismissive breath and turned on his heel. He returned a moment later, a tennis ball in his grip — a football would have been absurdly oversized. He pitched the ball forward, his steel-gray eyes scrutinizing every movement. "Tell me you've got some athletic instinct in you." The child flinched, fumbled the catch…