Birthday Drabble: MGS/Metroid - Flirting Snake
TITLE: Flirting Snake
FANDOM: Metal Gear Solid/Metroid
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Solid Snake, Samus Aran, Otacon
PAIRINGS: Implied Solid Snake/Samus Aran
WORDS: 520
SUMMARY: Solid Snake hits on the new girl.
STORY NOTES:
Written for dj_tenku's birthday. Happy belated birthday! Sorry it took so long but I wanted to do my best.
Reading up the wikis for both characters have made me more than ever want to finish the games of each character that I've left in limbo. Maybe I'll get to them one day.
***
Solid Snake sat patiently, waiting for his target to arrive. The sun was setting in the horizon and his codec rang incessantly in his ear. He knew it was Otacon and not Mei Ling or else he would not be ignoring it. Snake was not interested to hear about the other man's day or what the guards were gossiping about in the dressing room. He was a soldier, damn it! And he had a mission to complete, besides he knew that Naomi would get it out of the man when she sees him and spill to Snake when they rendezvous later that night.
A roaring engine approaching overhead alerted Snake to the fact that his target was quickly entering his range. Calmly he took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff before staring up at the vehicle making its way to the spot right next to him. It was a sizable space ship and had it been anyone but Solid Snake witnessing the landing they probably would have fainted.
But seeing as he dealt with gigantic, deadly machines all the time, Snake was immune to the awe such a sight would bring and instead he merely had one last drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out and tossing it on the ground. He was about to make a first impression after all and smoking was pretty taboo in pop culture today, or at least that's what Snake thought Raiden had said the last time he actually paid attention to the young soldier.
When the hatch to the ship popped open, Snake's eyes darted to the opening his anticipation rising. The moment a hulking armored figure stepped out of the ship, Snake's entire body tensed in caution. The possibility of danger didn't sway him from making his presence known.
“Hey there,” he greeted with his gravely voice.
The figure turned slowly to face - and look down at - Snake before looking away and looking back again almost as if deciding whether to acknowledge Snake. Curiosity seemed to win out as the armored figure moved its arms to its head and went through the process of removing its helmet.
When a long mane of blonde hair emerged from behind the helmet, Snake had to bite his tongue not to immediately smile at the beauty staring quizzically at him.
“Name's Snake,” he said to her.
“Samus, Samus Aran,” answered the blonde politely.
“Nice accessories,” complimented Snake.
Samus smiled her thanks and looked to return the compliment only to realize what Snake was standing in. “Nice ... box,” she finally said.
“Thanks, I've had it for years. Can you believe someone was throwing it out?”
“How odd,” commented Samus, turning to hide her eye rolling.
“I know,” answered Snake, oblivious.
As he stepped out of the box to close the distance between them, the door to the building slammed open and out marched a visibly angry Otacon.
“Snake! Why didn't you answer my calls?!” he demanded. “I was stuck in that locker all day until friggin Johnny let me out.”
Snake sighed and wordlessly apologized to Samus. Otacon was always such a cockblocker.
FANDOM: Metal Gear Solid/Metroid
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: Solid Snake, Samus Aran, Otacon
PAIRINGS: Implied Solid Snake/Samus Aran
WORDS: 520
SUMMARY: Solid Snake hits on the new girl.
STORY NOTES:
Written for dj_tenku's birthday. Happy belated birthday! Sorry it took so long but I wanted to do my best.
Reading up the wikis for both characters have made me more than ever want to finish the games of each character that I've left in limbo. Maybe I'll get to them one day.
***
Solid Snake sat patiently, waiting for his target to arrive. The sun was setting in the horizon and his codec rang incessantly in his ear. He knew it was Otacon and not Mei Ling or else he would not be ignoring it. Snake was not interested to hear about the other man's day or what the guards were gossiping about in the dressing room. He was a soldier, damn it! And he had a mission to complete, besides he knew that Naomi would get it out of the man when she sees him and spill to Snake when they rendezvous later that night.
A roaring engine approaching overhead alerted Snake to the fact that his target was quickly entering his range. Calmly he took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff before staring up at the vehicle making its way to the spot right next to him. It was a sizable space ship and had it been anyone but Solid Snake witnessing the landing they probably would have fainted.
But seeing as he dealt with gigantic, deadly machines all the time, Snake was immune to the awe such a sight would bring and instead he merely had one last drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out and tossing it on the ground. He was about to make a first impression after all and smoking was pretty taboo in pop culture today, or at least that's what Snake thought Raiden had said the last time he actually paid attention to the young soldier.
When the hatch to the ship popped open, Snake's eyes darted to the opening his anticipation rising. The moment a hulking armored figure stepped out of the ship, Snake's entire body tensed in caution. The possibility of danger didn't sway him from making his presence known.
“Hey there,” he greeted with his gravely voice.
The figure turned slowly to face - and look down at - Snake before looking away and looking back again almost as if deciding whether to acknowledge Snake. Curiosity seemed to win out as the armored figure moved its arms to its head and went through the process of removing its helmet.
When a long mane of blonde hair emerged from behind the helmet, Snake had to bite his tongue not to immediately smile at the beauty staring quizzically at him.
“Name's Snake,” he said to her.
“Samus, Samus Aran,” answered the blonde politely.
“Nice accessories,” complimented Snake.
Samus smiled her thanks and looked to return the compliment only to realize what Snake was standing in. “Nice ... box,” she finally said.
“Thanks, I've had it for years. Can you believe someone was throwing it out?”
“How odd,” commented Samus, turning to hide her eye rolling.
“I know,” answered Snake, oblivious.
As he stepped out of the box to close the distance between them, the door to the building slammed open and out marched a visibly angry Otacon.
“Snake! Why didn't you answer my calls?!” he demanded. “I was stuck in that locker all day until friggin Johnny let me out.”
Snake sighed and wordlessly apologized to Samus. Otacon was always such a cockblocker.