08 [video]
[Snake's NV activates, though instead of playing the usual video feed, it's audio only. at first, there's silence; the faint sound of wind, a bird crowing from somewhere far-off, the very distant crash of waves. then, a low grumble.]
"Hm."
[it may then come as a surprise to the viewer that, when the camera activates seconds later, the image recording is that of stark, brilliant white -- flowers. they're everywhere, and the NV is positioned in a way that suggests it's been set down right in the middle of the patch. white petals partially obscure the lens; the only visible activity that can be seen past this is a jungle of green stems, buds, and a flesh-colored flash before the device is unceremoniously yoinked up.
apparently, it isn't just a flower patch -- it's an entire field. a few petals fall off the camera's lens, fingers brushing them back, and the NV swerves clumsily as it changes angles -- from a nice view of the field from where the camera operator is facing, to the semi-cloudy sky hanging above him, and finally to a familiar figure laying close by. the camera focuses on him for a few minutes, capturing the rise and fall of his chest. those who know Big Boss may be taken aback with how serene he looks.
or rather, looked. slowly, his eye opens and trains itself directly on the lens.]
"...What do you think you're doing?"
[in contrast with Big Boss' mildly irate tone, Snake's is calm and even.]
"What does it look like?"
"An invasion of privacy." [a pause. his eye wanders upwards as he turns his gaze to the sky.] "Why?"
"It's a rare sight, you looking this peaceful." [at length, almost reluctant] "Maybe I'd like something to remember it by."
[Big Boss opens his mouth, looking ready to retort ("why would you care?"), but stops short upon hearing that last comment. nothing is said for a while as the NV continues to record the other man, who know looks only mildly sour as opposed to fully grumpy. he sits up.]
"I never figured you were so sentimental."
[he turns away from the camera, back mostly to Snake, in a way that makes only his profile visible]
"Is that bad?"
[Big Boss doesn't say anything, instead plucking a petal off of a nearby flower. by the time he responds, he's holding it between his thumb and index finger with a longing expression.]
[quiet, as if he's somewhere else completely] "I wonder..."
[Snake continues to film him for a few more minutes before noticing something troubling -- namely that this is being broadcasted rather than recorded. he grunts something quietly (shit--) and the camera shakes as he fumbles with it, hand brushing against the lens. Big Boss notices, grumbling himself, and covers the lens with one hand, moving to take it away from Snake.]
"Just -- just shut the damn thing off."
[the feed cuts out immediately after.]
[sent nearly an hour after the above broadcast]
I'd like a moment of your time, if I may.
"Hm."
[it may then come as a surprise to the viewer that, when the camera activates seconds later, the image recording is that of stark, brilliant white -- flowers. they're everywhere, and the NV is positioned in a way that suggests it's been set down right in the middle of the patch. white petals partially obscure the lens; the only visible activity that can be seen past this is a jungle of green stems, buds, and a flesh-colored flash before the device is unceremoniously yoinked up.
apparently, it isn't just a flower patch -- it's an entire field. a few petals fall off the camera's lens, fingers brushing them back, and the NV swerves clumsily as it changes angles -- from a nice view of the field from where the camera operator is facing, to the semi-cloudy sky hanging above him, and finally to a familiar figure laying close by. the camera focuses on him for a few minutes, capturing the rise and fall of his chest. those who know Big Boss may be taken aback with how serene he looks.
or rather, looked. slowly, his eye opens and trains itself directly on the lens.]
"...What do you think you're doing?"
[in contrast with Big Boss' mildly irate tone, Snake's is calm and even.]
"What does it look like?"
"An invasion of privacy." [a pause. his eye wanders upwards as he turns his gaze to the sky.] "Why?"
"It's a rare sight, you looking this peaceful." [at length, almost reluctant] "Maybe I'd like something to remember it by."
[Big Boss opens his mouth, looking ready to retort ("why would you care?"), but stops short upon hearing that last comment. nothing is said for a while as the NV continues to record the other man, who know looks only mildly sour as opposed to fully grumpy. he sits up.]
"I never figured you were so sentimental."
[he turns away from the camera, back mostly to Snake, in a way that makes only his profile visible]
"Is that bad?"
[Big Boss doesn't say anything, instead plucking a petal off of a nearby flower. by the time he responds, he's holding it between his thumb and index finger with a longing expression.]
[quiet, as if he's somewhere else completely] "I wonder..."
[Snake continues to film him for a few more minutes before noticing something troubling -- namely that this is being broadcasted rather than recorded. he grunts something quietly (shit--) and the camera shakes as he fumbles with it, hand brushing against the lens. Big Boss notices, grumbling himself, and covers the lens with one hand, moving to take it away from Snake.]
"Just -- just shut the damn thing off."
[the feed cuts out immediately after.]
[sent nearly an hour after the above broadcast]
I'd like a moment of your time, if I may.