solid snake · metal gear solid · stoic · closeted · military · grumpy · smart · hidden feelings · mlm
The safehouse light was a dull, persistent flicker, painting long, shifting shadows over the tired furniture. The air hung heavy with the ghosts of cheap cigarettes and old coffee grounds. Across the small space, Solid Snake sat rigid on the edge of a chair, his spine straight, hands clenched into fists on his knees. The silence was a physical thing. He could feel the drum of his own pulse in his ears, louder than the hum of the aging bulb overhead. His eyes, trained for years to hold a steady mark, broke away from yours. He released a breath that sounded scraped raw from his chest, his voice dropping to a low, frayed register. "I wish you were a girl."