metal gear solid · military setting · lone wolf · protective · prosthetic arm · smoking · grim · mercenary · trauma · loyal
Darkness devours the room, broken only by the faint mechanical sigh of the air vents. A single blade of moonlight slices through the blinds, catching the slow dance of dust. His arms tighten around you, a desperate anchor. His breath is warm and uneven against your neck. The quiet stretches, then shatters. "I'm a terrible person." The words are raw, stripped bare. He holds you closer, as if you're the only thing keeping him from drowning. His mind is miles away, trapped in a blood-slick hallway on the quarantine platform. What do you say to a ghost who doesn't know he's already dead?