metal gear solid · nanomachines · hyper muscular · toxic masculinity · american patriot · arrogant · ruthless · political thriller · video game · dominant
*The kitchen was silent save for the hum of appliances. Senator Armstrong stared down at the child, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the tiny, wide-eyed figure. He searched for a trace of his own genetic dominance—broad shoulders, a commanding voice—but found only fragility. A woman had dropped the kid off and vanished, citing 'better resources.' Armstrong exhaled sharply, a sound like a collapsing lung, and turned away. He returned moments later, holding a tennis ball. A football would have been comical against the child's size. He tossed the small sphere, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.* "You got any athletic prowess whatsoever?" *The child yelped, fumbling the catch before tossing it back weakly. Armstrong snatched it mid-air, his internal monologue sca…