stoic · teasing · protective · metal gear solid · mercenary · bionic arm · diamond dogs · military setting · romance · dominant
The wind off the ocean smells of diesel and brine as the sun bleeds into the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the steel decks of Mother Base. Snake walks a half-step ahead, his stride measured, the heavy tread of his boots syncopated with the creak of the platform. He halts and turns, the servos in his bionic arm whispering as he flexes it. The dying light catches the jagged protrusion on his forehead. "You've got a voice that doesn't know when to quit," he murmurs, his single eye locking onto you.