A name means nothing on the battlefield.

[inherent_sin]

Characters; inherent_sin & the 1st brigade & anyone else!
Setting/Location; Verity / Training Grounds (woods)
Date & Time; Day 2, 8:45AM
Warnings; SHIRTLESSNESS! LOVE PACKS! HOMOEROTIC FISTFIGHTING! ALL THAT AND MORE!
Briefing; First official training session for Verity's 1st brigade. If you need reference for the fighting style Big Boss is teaching or for how

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[philanthropism]

The kid from the network had not been exaggerating about the weather. From the moment Snake woke up (well, that was something of lie; it implied that he had any sleep to begin with that wasn't cramped, rigid and completely on edge) to the time it took for him to wipe the grit out of his eyes and prepare for the second day of his forced induction into Verity's Finest, he felt as if he were floating through a mist of humidity, stuck between the waking world and a detached realm that begged for him to crawl back into the bed in his cabin.

It got a little better, a little more bearable, when he took a quick detour to the showers before making his way to the secluded forest training grounds, splashing cool water on his face and grimy body, simply standing and willing himself to relax by watching steam flow freely into the air.

Almost felt kinda calming; even distracting, if he allowed himself to sink further into the complacency of the moment rather than focus on what had to be done today. Needless to say, it was a very short shower.

He imagined the Brigades weren't so large, but then again, others were welcome to observe today's session. Lucky them; they'd get a lesson and entertainment, all after breakfast to boot.
Assuming his chit-chat with Big Boss evolved into something more than a routine exercise and less than a simple hello between friends.

But don't they always turn into that?

Usually, or maybe Snake just had a habit of meeting very lousy potential friends. Though he supposed it was an unfortunate side effect of having a name popular amongst terrorists and deluded men with dreams of dictatorship. Whichever the case may have been now, he didn't think anyone would fault him for bringing along his SOCOM. For caution, of course. And while he would have vastly preferred his sneaking suit over Verity's obnoxious uniform, it all went back to this ridiculous, bothersome weather with its sticky climate and hot conditions. It would need washed, too.

He wasn't ready to walk out into the open just yet. Arriving to the designated spot (had to be; how many other wide open clearings with uniformed grunts scurrying around did these woods have?), Snake chose to lean against a nearby tree whose branches provided sufficient and relieving shade, watching two figures--one smaller and more familiar than his scruffy companion--converse with one another from a distance. Looked like the older one was preoccupied with tying a dark green something around his head.

That's--

Reflexively and a tad absentminded, he moved to graze his own bandanna with his index and middle finger, feeling the strands of cloth flutter limply behind him with the first passing breeze.