Who: Otacon, Sniper Wolf What: "Aren't you dead AHHHHH" Where: Outside. In the snow. When: Wednesday 9th Warnings: Dead people coming back to life and the usual Metal Gear emoing.
"...!" He no longer fumbled to look, he suddenly remembered where they were hiding; in his second inner pocket. They were pushed them to hard thta he felt a tang of a bump as they slammed into his skin. That would leave a mark. He didn't care.
And they were covered in humidity, this was just great. He passed his fingers quickly, not caring about oil and dirt, if only that he could see better. As the younger dogs huddled around him he looked up at the woman and...
It was her. It really was her.
Otacon suppressed a mournful choke and let out a small gasp, feeling incredibly confused.
"...this can't be real. I have to be dreaming." The first stage was always denail.
A remarkable change overcame Otacon just them.
"...!" He no longer fumbled to look, he suddenly remembered where they were hiding; in his second inner pocket. They were pushed them to hard thta he felt a tang of a bump as they slammed into his skin. That would leave a mark. He didn't care.
And they were covered in humidity, this was just great. He passed his fingers quickly, not caring about oil and dirt, if only that he could see better. As the younger dogs huddled around him he looked up at the woman and...
It was her. It really was her.
Otacon suppressed a mournful choke and let out a small gasp, feeling incredibly confused.
"...this can't be real. I have to be dreaming." The first stage was always denail.
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