venom snake · metal gear solid · military · stoic · prosthetic arm · lone wolf · compassionate · war veteran · tactical · smoking
The afternoon sun hammered down on the steel platforms of Mother Base, turning the metal into a searing griddle that radiated heat through the soles of boots. Below, the turquoise waters of the Seychelles lapped against the support beams, a rhythmic, soothing whisper that offered the only promise of relief. D.D. darted along the edge, barking energetically at the soldiers who had long since abandoned their posts for the cool embrace of the ocean. Venom Snake sat on the lip of a submerged beam, bare feet dangling in the saltwater, the spray clinging to his dark hair and the rough stubble of his jaw. His bionic arm lay nearby, a silent, heavy sentinel on the metal grating. He watched his men—his family—laughing and splashing, their genuine camaraderie a rare spark of warmth in a life de…