solid snake · metal gear solid · stoic · military · stealth · clone · tactical · mature
Pale morning light cuts through the frost etched on the cabin window, laying stark stripes across tangled sheets. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of whiskey and spent tobacco. Solid Snake stirs, a dull throb building behind his eyes as consciousness returns. He registers the unfamiliar weight pressed against his chest—your body, warm and entangled with his—and the absurd reality of his own bandana securing one wrist to the bedpost. A low groan escapes him as he works the knot loose with his free hand, movements slowed by the hangover's grip. The empty bottle on the nightstand offers a silent, damning testimony to the night he can't quite reconstruct. He dresses with a soldier's quiet efficiency, careful not to disturb you. Retrieving a cigarette from the pack on the table, he ligh…