A name means nothing on the battlefield.

[inherent_sin]

Characters; inherent_sin & the 1st brigade & anyone else!
Setting/Location; Verity / Training Grounds (woods)
Date & Time; Day 2, 8:45AM
Warnings; SHIRTLESSNESS! LOVE PACKS! HOMOEROTIC FISTFIGHTING! ALL THAT AND MORE!
Briefing; First official training session for Verity's 1st brigade. If you need reference for the fighting style Big Boss is teaching or for how

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[fancy_shooting]

The KA-BAR Ocelot caught in one hand, instantly spinning it in his palm like a mindless habit. The clothing he had a little more trouble with; it snagged over his arm and briefly clumsied his strut.

"Putting him to a test?" he remarked as he recovered from the brief awkwardness, carefully folding the shirt around the knife while observing the other man intently. Big Boss had an impressive physique, riddled with marks of battle and torture, and a scar like a snake. But it was the way he carried himself that Ocelot studied.

"If you need ideas, I could give you a few."

[suplexing]

Well, one advantage of having a cabinmate who was also your superior officer- you always knew when important meetings were

[philanthropism]

The kid from the network had not been exaggerating about the weather. From the moment Snake woke up (well, that was something of lie; it implied that he had any sleep to begin with that wasn't cramped, rigid and completely on edge) to the time it took for him to wipe the grit out of his eyes and prepare for the second day of his forced induction into Verity's Finest, he felt as if he were floating through a mist of humidity, stuck between the waking world and a detached realm that begged for him to crawl back into the bed in his cabin

[inherent_sin]

"No need," Big Boss told Ocelot as he continued to strip down -- just his gear. He had a habit of never going anywhere with at least two knives, one handgun and several pouches full of additional ammunition and equipment, no matter if this was his assigned country or not. He didn't trust many people here (no one, save for one, maybe two) and then there were still the ghosts --

A ghost, he thought, as his gaze briefly drifted over to Snake while tossing Ocelot whatever he still had on his hands. He only caught a glimpse of the other man, but it was enough to confuse him for a mirror for a fraction of a second. He'd heard the stories about doppelgangers you could sometimes encounter when staring into a mirror for too long, especially here in Verity, and he found himself wishing that that was all it was. A haunting -- a bad dream, and it'd be over and gone the next morning.

But it wouldn't. Not even in another world he could hide from himself.

Big Boss shot a cold and hard scowl (an intact set of eyes, how lucky) at Snake before

[fancy_shooting]

Good senses weren't enough to save Ocelot from being made an example. Not when it was the one person he sometimes lowered his guard around, not when for one weak instant he was starstruck from the sight of the legend springing into action. Ocelot had always prided himself on being quick on the draw, but the falter had cost him his entire chance.

In the moment he had attempted to read and replicate the position of the other man's stance, he was disarmed, grabbed, and thrown head-first to the ground with a short cry of "Son of a bi--"

His vision flashed from the sudden hard impact. Instantly disoriented, Ocelot gasped, and with unfocused sight attempted to reach up for something to hold onto.

Somewhere in the painful confusion of his fading thoughts, besides a vague sense of amazement, his only concern was worrying about grass and dirt staining the back of his uniform.