k let's do this mgs style
Characters; inherent_sin & ANYONE ELSE THAT WANTS TO TRAIN
Setting/Location; Verity / Training Grounds (woods)
Date & Time; Day 4 / ~9 AM
Warnings; IDKKKKK TBA
Briefing; TRAINING TIME FOR THE FIRST BRIGADE! IT'S FOGGY SO WE'RE GONNA PLAY SOME HIDE AND SEEK ALL OVER THE CAMPGROUNDS (Note: You're expected to team up in pairs for this exercise. Post separately and then tag the person you want to pair with and have a thread. Big Boss is still groggy from the zombie attack and hospital stay but if you wanna thread with him, just approach him.)
Typical. He was the most battered and he was still the first to show up for training.
Alright, admittedly, he was usually awfully early -- unless things got serious, then he usually kept people waiting. Big Boss spent the time he had still left with one of his last cigars, sitting at the edge of the field on an old tree stump and watching the smoke blend in with the thick fog that had laid itself over the whole base this morning. Not unexpected, after yesterday's forecast, and he'd already planned an easy exercise for today -- partly because of the weather, partly because he, himself, wasn't up for that much physical strain yet; and no doubt that went for many others as well. But this is the last time, he told himself as he rotated cigar between his fingers. He'd skipped training the first day and just gave some 'homework', nothing that required too much effort. Third day he spent in the hospital, recovering from the virus he'd caught the night before. Today, they would play a game. He didn't doubt that that 'game' had educational value -- he'd played it often enough during his time with the Green Berets -- but in the end, it still just amounted to a childrens game of hide and seek. Slighty more complicated by the circumstances, but still...
Well. Stealth was the basis for everything. He cracked his neck to the side (and groaned, he'd already forgotten that was the side with the bite; the wound was dressed and bandaged and this was also the only reason why he was fully clothed for once), and smashed his still smoldering cigar against the tree and got up when he heard -- heard, not saw, more like sensed -- the first people arriving.
The jingle of Ocelot's spurs was unmistakeable, though.
*
"I want you to get together in teams of two," he explained, giving the corresponding gesture -- two fingers as he walked down an invisible line next to his (wo)men. "Visibility is bad today due to the early fog, but we'll make use of that. It's an important thing to keep in mind -- always make the best use of your environment, and adjust accordingly. You might think you're the only one who has trouble seeing, and sometimes you might panic, but then you need to remind yourself that your enemy -- in most cases -- has just the same problem. Then you need to keep a cool head and use that knowledge to your advantage." He paused, slowed down to a halt and used the same two fingers to tap against the black cloth of his eyepatch.
"And you don't necessarily need eyes to see. You have more than one sense at your disposal. Smell, sound...everything can give one away, just as much as the visible traces that you leave. You need to sense danger that lies ahead of you, smell trouble before it happens, hear movement before it occurs." Said two fingers were now rubbing one of his temples in small circles. Gotta love headaches.
"So...what I'm trying to say, today we'll be playing hide and seek. Same rules you all should already be familiar with apply. Find a partner, get moving. You're free to use the entire campgrounds for this exercise, and don't forget to give your partner a headstart of at least...three minutes. Alternate. We'll meet up here again in two hours and discuss the results. That's all."
Setting/Location; Verity / Training Grounds (woods)
Date & Time; Day 4 / ~9 AM
Warnings; IDKKKKK TBA
Briefing; TRAINING TIME FOR THE FIRST BRIGADE! IT'S FOGGY SO WE'RE GONNA PLAY SOME HIDE AND SEEK ALL OVER THE CAMPGROUNDS (Note: You're expected to team up in pairs for this exercise. Post separately and then tag the person you want to pair with and have a thread. Big Boss is still groggy from the zombie attack and hospital stay but if you wanna thread with him, just approach him.)
Typical. He was the most battered and he was still the first to show up for training.
Alright, admittedly, he was usually awfully early -- unless things got serious, then he usually kept people waiting. Big Boss spent the time he had still left with one of his last cigars, sitting at the edge of the field on an old tree stump and watching the smoke blend in with the thick fog that had laid itself over the whole base this morning. Not unexpected, after yesterday's forecast, and he'd already planned an easy exercise for today -- partly because of the weather, partly because he, himself, wasn't up for that much physical strain yet; and no doubt that went for many others as well. But this is the last time, he told himself as he rotated cigar between his fingers. He'd skipped training the first day and just gave some 'homework', nothing that required too much effort. Third day he spent in the hospital, recovering from the virus he'd caught the night before. Today, they would play a game. He didn't doubt that that 'game' had educational value -- he'd played it often enough during his time with the Green Berets -- but in the end, it still just amounted to a childrens game of hide and seek. Slighty more complicated by the circumstances, but still...
Well. Stealth was the basis for everything. He cracked his neck to the side (and groaned, he'd already forgotten that was the side with the bite; the wound was dressed and bandaged and this was also the only reason why he was fully clothed for once), and smashed his still smoldering cigar against the tree and got up when he heard -- heard, not saw, more like sensed -- the first people arriving.
The jingle of Ocelot's spurs was unmistakeable, though.
*
"I want you to get together in teams of two," he explained, giving the corresponding gesture -- two fingers as he walked down an invisible line next to his (wo)men. "Visibility is bad today due to the early fog, but we'll make use of that. It's an important thing to keep in mind -- always make the best use of your environment, and adjust accordingly. You might think you're the only one who has trouble seeing, and sometimes you might panic, but then you need to remind yourself that your enemy -- in most cases -- has just the same problem. Then you need to keep a cool head and use that knowledge to your advantage." He paused, slowed down to a halt and used the same two fingers to tap against the black cloth of his eyepatch.
"And you don't necessarily need eyes to see. You have more than one sense at your disposal. Smell, sound...everything can give one away, just as much as the visible traces that you leave. You need to sense danger that lies ahead of you, smell trouble before it happens, hear movement before it occurs." Said two fingers were now rubbing one of his temples in small circles. Gotta love headaches.
"So...what I'm trying to say, today we'll be playing hide and seek. Same rules you all should already be familiar with apply. Find a partner, get moving. You're free to use the entire campgrounds for this exercise, and don't forget to give your partner a headstart of at least...three minutes. Alternate. We'll meet up here again in two hours and discuss the results. That's all."