//the ashes of men remain as a perfect memory
With age, Liquid Snake had ben granted the ability to sleep a bit more soundly--but even a bit more than Liquid usually slept wasn't quite normal. And it did nothing against his nightmares.
They came often; memories of Shadow Moses, of the Discovery...but the worst always dealt with his twenty-year-old ordeal from the Gulf War. It had been so long and yet the nightmares still plagued him, the mere memories giving him a paralyzing fear of confinement.
It was always, always worse at night, even with Otacon in his arms. The sleeping former soldier's expression changed subtly at first, arms tightening around his partner's shoulders.
"..."
They came often; memories of Shadow Moses, of the Discovery...but the worst always dealt with his twenty-year-old ordeal from the Gulf War. It had been so long and yet the nightmares still plagued him, the mere memories giving him a paralyzing fear of confinement.
It was always, always worse at night, even with Otacon in his arms. The sleeping former soldier's expression changed subtly at first, arms tightening around his partner's shoulders.
"..."