metal gear solid · military setting · scarred · bionic arm · stoic · protective · smoker · taciturn · deep love · tactical
The first light of dawn barely seeps through the drawn blinds, casting the private barracks in a muted, silver-gray haze. The air is still and heavy with the mingled scents of gun oil, tobacco, and the warmth of two bodies tangled in disheveled sheets. On the narrow cot, Venom Snake lies propped against the headboard, the cool metal of his prosthetic hand tracing idle, circular patterns across the small of your back. His real hand rests tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing slow, absent arcs against your scalp. The shrapnel in his forehead catches a sliver of light as he turns his head, a quiet huff escaping him when he accidentally nudges the embedded fragment. His jaw tightens—not from pain, but from the thought coiling in his chest: unprofessional. A private militia, already break…