Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Metal Gear Solid 5: Deadly Snakes ❯ Liquid Awakens ( Chapter 1 )

By: Frank_Murdock
Chapter 1 - Part 1 Liquid Awakens.



In a cold, dark desolate room. Two very large tanks filled with luminescent green liquid. Both tanks stood side by side. Condensation formed on the glass as the cold liquid lay on the inside and the nice and cool air on the other. In the center of each tank, a single person was floating in it. The EKG machine beeping for each Machine. One female scientist sat at a chair facing a large computer system. Typing franticly at the keys, her beautiful blue eyes searching the screen for something, anything that could help her!


"Oh why do we not have an answer? Why no solution!?" The said with a sigh. Leaning back in the chair, she sighed once more. Thinking to herself "If I can't find a way to wake one of these two up soon, there will be no way to stop them! If only they would wake up on their own, then there would be no risk of them dying... a women can only hope..." She turned around in her chair, staring at one of the tanks, then the person inside of it. "Why? Your fully healed.." She stood up in aggravation, walking over to the tank and then watching the man float sadly. "You don't want to wake up do you? Are you scared? Do you need something?" She put her hand on the glass of the tank. Tapping her fingers on it, her hand getting slightly wet. She just took a step back and shivered in the cold room. Turning her back to the man, she walking back over to her chair, sitting down softly.


As she sat down looking at the large screen, out of nowhere the alarm sounded. On her screen big bright red letters flashed over and over again "Alert" She looked in shock, but immediately turned around to face the tank she had been watching all day begin to drain. She literally jumped up and ran over to the tank, Putting her hands and face into the tank as she watched all of the regenerative liquids drain from it until the man lay on the bottom of the tank. He began to cough as he laid down. Shaking slightly, he moved his head up. His, now damp, long blond hair covering his face. Opening his mouth as he was about to say something, but never getting a word out. He moved his right hand in front of him, followed by his left, pushing himself onto his knees. Wearing no shirt, just a pair of black pants and boots to go along with them, and a tattoo on his arm near his shoulder. His golden hair down on his back, beginning to regain full control of his body, he finally managed to stand up straight, staring at the women who was watching him. He was in complete control over himself. The regeneration liquids just needed time to ware off and make him capable of being in full health and full control.


He tapped the glass and the women slowly stepped back. The man tapped it a few more times before bringing his fist back to him and looking at it. Clinching a tighter fist and then turning his body to the left. Bringing his hand back to it and running it up and down the glass a few times, pressing his palm against it. Bringing it near his body once more, he thrusted his palm against the glass, breaking it into tiny pieces. All of it creating a large smashing sound and small crinkling to the ground as it hit. The female scientist looking startled stepped back again as he stepped forward. Not really paying her any mind, he looked around the room. "This... place..." He said calmly and softly, turning around to face the tank he just stepped out of. "What exactly is this place? And where am I?" He asked loudly. Looking at the women expecting an answer. "I..." She muttered. Looking scared, taking her final step backward. "WELL!?!?" Liquid asked as loud as he could. "I... am not sure myself... Us scientists are supposed to not be told anything. It is quite confusing, but I was sent her from America to work on you in the night shift. The other scientist will be here about 20 hours to check up on everything else..." She brought her right hand over her mouth and looked down slightly. Not paying attention, and not really caring, he shook his head.
At the time of him shaking his head, four soldiers slowly walked into the room. Each stood from five foot six to six foot three. All four wore standard Grey and black military garb. It was spotted slightly with white cloud shapes. Each holding an Ak-74. Black hoods hid their face, only thing you could really see is their eyes. Black gloves and black boots. Aiming for the head of the blond haired man standing before them, one took a step forward. "FREEZE!!!" He yelled, taking another step forward. Liquid stood there smirking. The man dropped his guard and began to reach for what apparently was a pair of handcuffs. Liquid took this chance to run toward him and grab the nozzle of his AK-47, aiming it at the other three as the trigger was pulled by the scared soldier, shooting his three comrades as Liquid pointed it in their direction. The bullets blasted out of the nozzle, hitting one in the head three times. He feel down at an instant. His body twitching as the blood poured out of the bullet holes in his skull. The other soldier was hit in the chest and stomach area of his body as he feel down backward, still alive, but only by a little. Gasping for air but not able to get any into his lungs, he slowly began to die. Then the last soldier was caught off guard by a mile, grabbing his very own AK-47 and only managing to get off a few shots into the chest of the man Liquid used as a human shield, and weapon. Liquid then threw the now dead human shield at the only solider left, knocking him against the wall, Liquid grabbed the head of the man and rammed his skull into the wall one time, then another. His forehead starting to bleed from the busted skull. Liquid finished him off by slamming his head into the hard wall once more, then throwing his lifeless body onto the ground just as a rag-doll.


Liquid looked over at the women, but the women just looked in horror. He leaned down and looked at the man that was still alive. He finally got air into his lungs, but Liquid didn't want to keep it in there. He grabbed the knife that the man had attached onto his suit in a small case and slit the throat of the man. The mans face went white as a ghost as Liquid did that to him. Blood shot out of his throat and onto Liquids face and chest. Only chuckling slightly, he stood back up, but again leaning down and grabbing another weapon; An AK-47. Ignoring the women now, he walked toward the door. The door opened to the right by a motion censor device in the top of it. Slowly stepping toward the side and peeking to the right, then too the left. Making sure the area was safe. He shoulder-mounted the AK and decided to go right. Watching the area and making sure nothing is around until he heard foot steps. He looked around and looked for a place to hide. He found nothing so he ran into a door and hoped there would be nobody in it. And he hoped correct. Not one person was in this room. Then again, nothing was in this room. It was empty with not one thing in it. Not even a box. But he diverted his attention back to the door. Not walking toward it or it would open, but stepping to the side and listening to whatever, or whoever was out there before. But he heard nothing. Walking toward it now, letting it open it, he seen nothing. Grabbing the AK-47 and putting it around his back, he walked out of the small, empty room. Stepping out and walking along the hall again, he came to a point where he could see a few windows. The sun light was coming through and making it hard to see out of from where he was standing. But as he walked closer, he seen something he was quite stuck on. He saw tanks upon tanks. And what seemed to be hundreds of soldiers walking around. Helicopters, Harriers. A whole army right before his eyes! What was this? Was this an army for another country? He was confused. "The hell..." he whispered to himself. Shaking it off, he turned and began walking in the same direction again. Hearing talk of a few soldiers a few rooms a way, he lowered himself so he wouldn't have been seen by the men.


Walking to the door, he noticed it was just a normal door and wouldn't come open if he didn't want it too. Stepping up to the door, it opened. It was some sort of different door that pissed him off. The soldiers seen him faster than he seen them. They looked just the same soldiers he killed. They didn't take immediate action, they waited. They seen the blood on him, with the weapon, but since he wasn't exactly carrying it in his hands. Walking fully into the room, Liquid smirked at the three men. Putting up his hands just as they made it clear for him to do. Closing his eyes and taking a seat in a chair with his hands up into the air. One soldier walked up behind him, and at that time, Liquid jumped up and grabbed him. Pulling the standard military issued 9MM handgun from his holster and aiming it at the other two, again, the hesitated, and at that time, he shot one right between the eyes and then the other. The first one screamed out in pain, falling backward, dead. The other just fell forward over the other one. The man he was holding struggled slightly, but not putting up much of a fight, not putting up much of anything. Liquid just took the weapon and smacked it over his head, letting the man fall to the ground. Seeing as the man was out cold, he needed a way to get information on where in the hell he was, and how the hell he got there. After a few minutes of striping the man, he put on the soldiers uniform and wore it for a while. Putting the mask on and everything, putting the the 9mm back into the holster and making it look just as normal as the man who wore it had it looking. Putting the AK-47 around his neck, and getting more magazines for it, he grinned, walking out of the door in search of something he could use, or at least some information...



Chapter 1 - Part 2: Solid Snake Arrives.


The sun was out and shining over everything in sight. A few very small clouds were up into the air. No sign of rain in the world right now. Looking down upon the very large base for the currently unnamed enemies, or friends. You could see many warehouses with small shacks spread out all over the base. Near what appeared to be the entrance to the large base, tanks upon tanks were all sitting there all unmanned at the time. But a few soldiers walked around them. Three soldiers of the same uniforms Liquid encountered were all walking around the thanks and looking out for anything strange they can report. One soldier looked around for a good minute before walking to the back of the Tank. Pulling off his mask and reaching to his backpack, feeling around for a minute he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Shaking the pack a little so one could come out a little further, he let go of his AK-47 and let it hand loosely as it was wrapped around his neck. Moving his hand to his forehead and wiping off the perspiration from him, he sighed once and shook his head. Pulling a cigarette from his pack, he turned around and sat them on the tank. Lowering his head and pulling his hand back and grabbing his lighter. Sighing once more he turned around and slid the cigarette into his mouth, slowly moving the lighter to it and ran his thumb down it, causing sparks to fly from it, and eventually lighting it up. "It is true... War is hell..." he mumbled. Taking a long drag off of his cigarette and throwing it to the ground, making a small bit of fire fling from it as it hit the ground. Shaking his head and grabbing his mask, pulling it over his head and adjusted it to allow him somewhat comfort and make him able to see from it. He grabbed ahold of his AK-47 and went back to his duties of checking up on the tanks and keeping a watchful eye out for anything that is unusual.


As he began going back to work, the gates to the giant door opened. An old time looking truck made its way through the area with ease as it was their truck and nobody thought anything of it. But that one soldier watched it closely, doing his job and watching for anything strange, and the truck looked to be a good 50 years old. Yet it was in perfect condition as a Semi Truck. Although the back doors were open and apparently gone. The only thing inside of it was boxes upon boxes. The entire back of the truck was full of them. The truck sounded like a bunch of chainsaws going off as it was so loud. But it soon drove by the side of a building and the driver shut it down. A loud roar came from the engine as it went off. The driver walked around it and looked inside to see if everything was still in there. He nodded his head, having a small smile on his face he turned around and walked away, walking tall and proud of what would look to some as hardly nothing. But he knew it was something completely different.


A few hours had passed as the sun has died down some and it began getting somewhat colder and alot darker. The same soldier walking around and taking a short smoke was still on duty, and the only one at this minute. He walked up to the back of the truck, looking at the boxes seeing if he could find something to eat as his stomach was growling. "Ohh I'm hungry.." But he seen it was all medical supplies and things you cannot eat. He turned around and began walking away, holding his stomach. "To hell with this, I'm going to the mess hall.." said the soldier loudly. Storming off until he finally turned the corner, heading off until he was out of sight.


"Snake... where are you?" A single man said calmly yet boldly. "In.. a box..." Snake replied hesitantly. "A... box...?" The man asked in confusion. "I managed to find a truck that was heading toward my destination, so I hitched a ride. Nobody saw me." The man waited a few seconds then asked him another question. "Do you remember your mission?" Snake waited a few seconds, thinking over it and getting a good grasp on it. "I am to infiltrate the enemy base and disarm them of the nuke they have been confirmed to have. Then make my way out of the base and to the..." But Otacon cut him off for an odd reason. "Basically you need to do your mission and get the hell out without getting caught!" Snake sat in a wonder for a minute or two before finally nodding and replying. "That is exactly it... but Otacon, I can't talk right now, I see an enemy soldier up ahead and don't want to risk being caught. I do have permission to take them out, right?" He asked patently. "As always. But Snake... Be careful." Snake chuckled slightly. "Snake out." Otacon nodded and sat down at his desk, reading over all of the papers and looking at the pictures from the base.


Snake moved slowly with the box over him until he was at the edge of the truck, about to fall over if he moved another inch. Watching the two soldiers just end up going around the corner just as the first one did. He quickly threw the box off of him and jumped down off of the truck. His Bandanna waving in the wind, his sneaking suit is as the day it was three years ago in the Big Shell Incident. Just a bit older looking. A fewer wrinkles in his face, and his hair the slightest bit lighter. Immediately he eyed the entire area, reaching for his holstered gun. Unstrapping it and pulling it out. He held a Browning Mk 3 SFS. Fully customized with a silencer. Moving his arms up as he held it, he moved over near a tank and pressed his back against it, kneeling down so nobody could see him. Holding the gun in his left hand, he pressed his right finger onto his ear, contacting Otacon on his CODEC. Otacon Received the call and patched him through. "Snake, is everything alright?" Otacon asked curiously. "The mission is a go." Snake replied. Ending the CODEC call between the two, Solid Snake stood up and held his gun up high, aiming it at normal chest level. Running to the same corner which all of the soldiers seemed to be going, he took a peak toward their position. But seen nothing at all. He walked forward to where it was a dark area, nobody around and he saw no search lights. So he went along with moving forward. Searching for something, anything or anybody he can question to find out more and put a stop to these people and their new weapon.


Chapter 1 - Part 3: The Bigger, The Badder, The Better.

Back in the lab, where the other tank with the female Scientist was at. She began working on setting the other man in the Restoration tank free again. She looked upon the large computer screen, typing various codes into the system. Preparing the other mans discharge from the tank. After hours and hours had passed by, the tank made somewhat of a loud clatter. The man starting to open his eyes far before the tank drained itself of the green hydroluminesent regenerative liquid. Looking around franticly, like he was just brought back to life. He blinked several times now starting to move his head. Looking left, then right. Many thoughts crossed his mind all at once. As he drove himself into deep, deep thought, the tank began draining slowly. The man floated down to the bottom of the tank and stood firmly on his feet. Standing completely naked. His short white hair dripped green liquid from the tank. A large blood colored scar on his left eye left his eye shut. Nearly covering the entire area where he eye was. On his back, a scar going from his right shoulder down to his lower left back was covered up with a burn mark the size of the scar. Just by looking at it the pain could be felt. The cut looked deep, and adding onto that, it appears as the burn was right after he was cut, making the pain increase by double.

He had a contempt look on his face, but that was just masking the utter confusion he was in. He had no way of possibly knowing how he could have been here after what happened. He continued to think on it until the female scientist pressed a button on the computer board and a speaker turned on inside of the tank. The man looked up at the speaker waiting for her to say something, anything. He wanted answers and he wanted them now before he went nuts just thinking about his own existence. "Are you feeling alright?" She asked, just as curious as she was calm. Her eyes watching him, going up and down his naked and wet body. But he shook his head. He soon found out it was easier to think to himself, but for some strange reason, hard to talk. "N... No..." He said boldly. His voice slightly cracking, his hands trembling as he started to feel strange in many ways. She nodded, turning back to the many buttons of many colors and looked around them and pressed a light green button, with a logo of a door coming open.

The man stood in his place as what only appeared to be a glass window was actually a door. A slight release of air pressure was heard in the room, then the door came up as fast as she pressed the button. He began walking out. Staggering in the slightest for him walking for the first time in who knows how long. Taking a step out of the tank, he noticed glass all around the other tank, and just in front of him; six feet away, four bodies lay dead and bloody. "Wh.. what happened here!?" He asked, his eyes focusing onto the bodies. The female just sighed deeply and shook her head. Not wanting to tell him what actually happened, nor give him any names. "One of our... 'guests' took it upon himself to disobey the rules and in doing so, he killed some soldiers here and ran off." He nodded at her, walking toward her and shaking his head. "Think I can get some clothes?" He asked, looking down at himself then up at her. "I cannot keep you here and I have gained everything I am here for, so I will not stop you from getting some clothes and maybe a weapon if you desire." She said with a faint smile, but then looking back up at him, looking him in the eyes. "But I have no love for this place, and even if I am punished by death, I have done what I came here for... in the locker room for the soldiers, you will find a door leading into the armory. I have seen it one time, but I will tell you this, it has more than enough weapons to start a massive war; Everything from a Colt Single Action Army, to a Katana. It is full of weapons and armor. And do not ask why they did it, it was like that as I came here." She nodded at him once more, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a key. Grabbing his right hand and opening it up, placing the key into it and closing his hand. He just looked at her and cocked his head, soon after shaking it. Holding onto the key and turning to face the door, taking one more look at the dead soldiers. "Where exactly can I find this locker room?" He asked, facing forward, then directly at the door. "Just... go out to the right and it'll be the second door on your left..." She said with a little nod. He didn't take the time to reply, he just walked out the door and began to run as fast as he could, storming down the hall passing the first door and coming to a curve. Walking along that and coming to a window. Facing out of it and looking into an entire army. Although it was night time so he could hardly see any soldiers, just tanks in rows and rows. But walking past it and facing a door, it was the second door on his left, so he assumed it was his destination. Walking up to the door and letting it open up, he seen soldiers on the ground again. But one, one was alive. Not paying any mind to those soldiers and focusing on some clothes. Opening the dark Grey and bluish lockers up he found a nice pair of black gloves with the fingers missing so his fingers would be bare. Along with combat boots, black pants with a long-sleeve shirt. Putting them onto himself, he stretched out and made sure they actually fit him, and they did.


After he got himself some nice clothes, it was then time to move onto the weapons. He turned near a bunch of lockers and saw in between them stood a big silver door. To the right attached to the door was a retina scanner to approve whoever should entire the door, have proper Clarence. "Damnit..." He said aloud. Though the only people who had any chance of hearing him was the dead soldiers, or the one knocked out. But that only brought one more thought into his head. "He is still alive.. he is useful to me!" He thought, looking at the soldier and grinning deeply. Walking to the man and grabbing him by his collar with one hand, he hangs him up into the air and looks at him. Shaking his head and walking over to the retina scanner, he drops the man on the ground and then picks him up by his head and placing it into the retina scanner, scanning his eyes to make sure it is a soldier of whom they are familiar with. A beep was heard as a computerized voice came over the speakers. "Welcome, Johnny." Opening the door. The mans eyes light up brightly as he looked at every weapon. They had racks of weapons, rows of racks. "This is hells playground... and you just let the devil himself in..." He muttered, walking into the room. He seen AK-47's, M-16's, M60's, MP5's Tommy Gun's, and the list went on and on. After minutes upon minutes of searching for weapons, he found an all too familiar weapon. He found himself holding two modified FN P90 submachine gun's. Just like the two he had all those years ago. He seen swords of many kinds, but he did not want any. He felt no love for such a weapon anymore. One thing he kept seeing that was getting his eye time and time again was another door inside of that giant room. He didn't want to go until he had weapons to defend himself in case something went wrong. But he had weapons and was ready to move into the room to see what it had inside of it. He walked past the gun rows and all of the mass weapons and faced the door. It made a low winding sound as it slid to the left, opening itself up. Inside it was a much smaller, but darker room. As he took the first step into the room, two lights lit the entire room up. And inside of the room, right in the middle, sat an exoskeleton suit of a familiar type he has seen before. He walked faster and got closer, and on the suit, he seen the letters S.O.L.I.D.U.S on the right chest plate of the suit. And to the side of it, on a table, there was a note left on top of it. The man picked it up and began reading. "This is the very same exoskeleton suit that the man code-named Solidus Snake wore during the events many years ago. We have so far captured him and began doing tests on him. We are trying to construct him to be a soldier on our side of this battle. We are trying to re-program him, so to speak. Make him our new lap-dog and make him be our scape-goat. If everything goes as planned, he will be under our power and we will use this very same suit to make him even more powerful and to hone his power so we can do great amounts of our dirty work by him doing it for us"

The note went on.

"We have made major changes to the power stability to this suit and made it about three times stronger than it was before. Also we added the letters 'S.O.L.I.D.U.S' and "S.N.A.K.E" onto the suit to give him the edge for when he falls, he could more accurately take the blame. And to top that, we are making faked files of him gladly accepting the missions he will soon receive so if we have anything to fall back on, this is it."

He almost went into a blind rage before he continued to read the rest of the note.

"'S.O.L.I.D.U.S' stands for: Synthetic Operational Life-form Intended for Destruction and Ultimate Sabotage. Which is what we are going to use him for. And S.N.A.K.E stands for: Soldier Networked Android Keen on Exploration. Which is basically what he will be to us. A mindless weapon, nothing but a tool in our favor.

That is all for now, we will get back to you when you are done with this task and with your mission.
~Volgin~"

Holding himself back from going utterly crazy from what he heard, he was going to use this information against this 'Volgin'. Gain their trust then turn on them. "Solidus Snake is back... and hell will be brought forth on this Volgin."


Chapter 1 - Part 4: A Patriot Returns.

In the black of night. On top of one of the warehouses a single figure could be seen. Just a black outline figure standing there looking over everything in the base. The shadows covering him heavily. Not one man could see him if they looked right at him. All of the sudden the figure moved. And then a few seconds later, you could hear a sparking noise. As if something was trying to light up. When a small reddish-orange light turned on near his face. But a light it wasn't. The man lite a cigar. And the light someone could see was that of the fire on the tip of it. Bringing it to his lips and taking a seemingly long drag, his face made out to be the appearance of someone in their late eighties at the most. Yet in top physical shape. His hair all white, and slightly long. A bandanna covered his forehead. His eyes were pure baby blue. One eye hidden under an eye-patch. Black rubber gloves covered his hands up to his fingers, living them open. His suit was almost that of Solid Snake's. But this was green and black. The theme of a camouflage was all over the suit. His boots were black and connected with the suit, along with the gloves; All connected to the suit. Taking the cigar in his fingers, he flicked it out over the edge of the roof of the warehouse. Taking one step closer to the edge, he watched the cigar fall all of the way down. He smirked slightly, watching it hit the ground. Feeling no fear at all of the fact that he might fall over the edge from way up to where he was. The gear on his suit slightly different from the soldiers on the ground, and from anyone else. On his right breast rested a knife inside of its sheath. Down near his right hip sat a gun holster. Inside the holster rested a single Remington Rand M1911. Around his waste was five carrying cases. One full with three ammunition clips for his primary weapon; The Remington M1911. Smirking slightly, he turned around to face the other side of the base. Reaching around for his binoculars that were attached to another carrying case behind him. Bringing them around to his face, he grabbed them with both hands and got down on his knee. Using them to look around; Searching for anything he could find that could be of some use, or some cover. Looking over a few jeeps, soldiers, and shacks. Finding nothing of use. After a few minutes of searching, going back and forth with the binoculars, he finally seen a Semi Truck driving around to a gate near another Warehouse. After another minute, the driver gets out of the truck casually, while in the back of the truck, seven soldiers get out. But they weren't dressed for this particular army, nor country. They were dressed in all black clothes, not even official military clothes. Just black boots, black jeans, black shirts, with black hoods over their head. Each soldier was carrying an M-16 and moving very fast. The driver who was officially a Russian soldier, didn't notice the seven others. Hardly anyone saw them drive up just the same. The man put down the binoculars and attached them back to the carrying case. Standing up and grabbing his M1911 and pulling his knife out with it, he held them both comfortably in his hands. Moving very fast, yet making hardly any noise. Running as fast as he could now, his bandanna waving around in the wind, he seen the edge of the warehouse coming up very soon, continuing to run swiftly and getting to the edge, placing his feet on the slant on the end and pushing himself into the air with all of his force. Doing somewhat of a flip already, he moved closer to the other warehouse roof, noticing if he didn't make this landing, there is no way he could live. Doing a complete 360 degree flip, he hit the other side of the warehouse on his feet, moving so fast he forced himself into another flip. Immediately slamming his hands down in front of him to stop himself. Breathing heavily for a minute, he looked around. Figuring out he was in the place he needed to be in. Moving his M1911 up into the air with both hands to check and see if it was alright after he landed, it was perfectly fine. Now putting his arms to his side, he seen that the roof was just nothing but the top of the building. No area to go downstairs, just plane. He walked for the edge to see if he could find any sign of the other soldiers that were obviously not from this base. Not facing the Semi truck, he slowly moved closer, he thought they'd be near here if they weren't moving that fast. And he knew if they were, they couldn't have gone far.

He got to the edge and seen nothing at all. He grunted slightly and jumped onto the back of the Semi truck. Standing still for a second and grabbing his M1911 and moved to the edge, peaking around it to see if anyone was around. He found nothing. He ran around to the front of the truck and again, peaked around to see if he could find anything, or anybody. And he did find somebody. The driver to the truck was sitting on a crate, dozed off and sleeping. The man walked slowly over to him and pressed the gun to his head. "Freeze!" He said to the man. His voice old and scratchy, but yet bold and powerful. The mans eyes looked at him and the man could tell he was in fear. "Now tell me, where can I find your commander?" He asked. The man with the gun pressed against his head shook his head. "...W...Who are you?" He asked in a deep Russian accent. "Me? I am Big Boss. Now where can I find him!?" The man swallowed loudly. "He is in the weapons lab..." The man replied. Big Boss pressed the gun against his head harder. "What is he doing there!?" The man shock his head. "I... I don't know..." Big Boss stood up straight, with the gun against his head. "Then you are no use to me." The man tried to scream, but Big Boss already pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out of the barrel and into his skull. Shooting brains and blood out on the crate behind the mans head. And leaving a burn mark on his head from the exhaust gas.

Shaking his head, he holstered his M1911 and sheathed his knife. "These soldiers today know nothing... Back in my day they had common knowledge in what their own army was doing." At the time of saying that, a shadowy figure walked up behind Big Boss, pressing the gun against his back. "Don't move..." The man said, when Big Boss turned his head to look, he seen that it wasn't just anybody, he saw his image in the past. He saw his son. He saw, Solid Snake.

Too Be Continued.

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