Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive.
Who: steel_goddess and youendthewar
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.
( The path you walk on has no end. )
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.
( The path you walk on has no end. )
"That's where I met Otacon." He explained, flicking his lighter closed. And Meryl, too; which wasn't the easiest of topics but he kept coming back to her in his mind because Samus did remind him of her quite a bit, sometimes. "A couple months later he contacted me about working together on a more regular basis." Snake's home was a bit too remote to commute.
A ghost of a wry smile, though it might be a trick of the flickering light. "...People don't like it when you take away their weapons of mass destruction. We move around a lot." Especially once they were publicly framed as terrorists and on the run. He'd griped once or twice that they might as well live on the road.
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Padding into the kitchen, dog at her heels, Samus waited for her eyes to adjust before indicating a chair. "Sit down, let's take a look at your leg and see what we can do about it."
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"Ever since the specs got out, everyone with the funding has their own version of Metal Gear." He said. "Otacon handles support. I do all the grunt work." They had a couple benefactors, and Nastasha and Mei Ling helped out when they could. But for the most part Philanthropy was essentially a two-man job.
He eased himself down into the chair obediently, untying the bloodstained field dressing and tearing the leg of his pants away from the wound to get a look at it. Looked pretty messy in the low light, and now that they were safe and the adrenaline had mostly faded from his system he was really starting to feel it. But he was lucky, at least, in that the bullet seemed to have passed right through.
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Kneeling at his feet, Samus leaned in to inspect the wound and shook her head slowly. "Messy. Through and through it looks like though, so there's that at least."
Straightening up she went to the sink for a wet washcloth. "Don't go anywhere" she quipped over one shoulder.
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"Bipedal tank and mobile nuclear platform." He clarified. Which was putting it simply. Every model was different, but it didn't take much imagination to see how dangerous it was for someone to be able to launch a nuke from just about anywhere in the world.
He watched her cross the room and exhaled sharply in what might have been a dry laugh, if he wasn't busy bleeding all over the kitchen. She didn't have to worry about that, at least. Not going anywhere for a while if he can help it.
"Nowhere else to be." He said. Liquid and Kadaj could wait. He knew how to pick his battles.
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Wetting a cloth and wringing it out she padded back over, scratching the dog on the head on the way by. "I shouldn't have to tell you this is going to hurt but...this is going to hurt. Don't suppose you have a first aid kit lying around?"
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"I wasn't kidding when I said I've had worse. Don't worry about it."
Hell, it was a luxury to have anyone around to help him out at all. He seemed about to continue, but cut himself off and pointed her in the direction of what first aid they had in the house instead. It wasn't much of an uncommon occurrence for one or the other of them to need a patch job. Not much in the way of painkillers, though. Good thing he had a high threshold for it.
He raised a somewhat grimy hand to rub at his eyes as he waited for her to come back. By the time she did, he seemed to have sorted out what he meant to say in the first place.
"...thanks. Samus."
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Crouching back down on her knees she began the thorough process of disinfecting and binding the wound, thankful there wasn't a whole bullet to be removing. As it was, looking for fragments would be a pain in the ass.
"I should get you a suit like mine."
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"...no, thanks." He said, carefully level. Not that he didn't appreciate the concern and all. But it wasn't really his kind of weapon. Worked for Samus and Olga well enough, but the price paid for that kind of technology in his own world was a little too high. And hit far too close to some of his nightmares.
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Not that people hadn't tried, over the years, to mimic the Varia suit, but that's all they were; mimics. Nothing even came close to the advanced suite of weapons and defenses it boasted.
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"Different," he continued, slowly. Snake had mentioned Fox to her once before, but only in passing. It was rare he spoke openly about it, even to Otacon or Meryl. Seeing Olga in such a similar suit had been a bit of a shock. Seeing Samus in hers had come pretty close as well. "Less heavily armed. But damn dangerous if the right person was using it."
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"...It's David, by the way." He said, apparently apropos of nothing. All this talk of Metal Gear and Otacon and his home back in Alaska. The reminders of Fox and Meryl. Pretty damn nostalgic and he wasn't sure he liked it. "My name."
The codename was largely just symbolic in this place, but he was nothing if not careful. And it had been a long time since he'd been anything else. Even Otacon called him "Snake" more often than not. His civilian name was reserved for special occasions nowadays. But he had a name. Even if he protected it. And that was important.
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Looking up she smiled, "David. It's nice." A little colour there. "I wish I had something to tell you too."
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"Wasn't asking for anything," he clarified. He owed her one for her help, and for being around for him to rely on every now and then. Friendly faces weren't necessarily hard to come by in the Port, but somehow Snake seemed to draw the more aggravating ones out of the woodworks. It was actually just enough that she was there to know. Someone ought to. The only people he'd shared his name with in the past few years weren't anywhere to be seen. Meryl, Otacon. Who'd wanted to know him as a man, regardless of his worth as a soldier. "Just don't spread it around."
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"Deep breath." She said, waiting for the inhale before cinching the bandage tight.
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