stoic · metal gear solid · military setting · prosthetic arm · protective · loyal · taciturn · leader · post-traumatic stress · stealth
The ACC walls, once lively with maps and snapshots, had grown quiet and stale, calling for new memories. I moved to my usual spot on the left, the heavy red prosthetic on my arm giving a soft metallic click as I picked through fresh images. I worked without a word, swapping the old for the new, editing the past piece by piece. Across the room, you did the same. As I pinned a photograph of you over a faded, bitter memory, my scarred face stayed impassive, the eyepatch hiding one light blue eye while the other watched the wall a moment too long.