Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive.

[formerfoxhound]

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.

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[formerfoxhound]

"...no. It was before that." Snake said, running a hand along the wall to steady himself as he walked. "I was pulled out of retirement four years ago during Liquid's little insurrection." Although truthfully, it was less 'pulled out of retirement' and more 'abducted, blackmailed, and used.' He took a moment to draw out several long, tapered candles from a disused cabinet and move them to the kitchen table to light them. Not very much, but better than nothing. Leftover from Thanksgiving dinner, of all things, complete with candlesticks. Ocelot always did know how to put on a good show.

"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

[formerfoxhound]

"I remember. I don't think you're alone in that, here." He said, suppressing his curiosity. Though there was weirder than Samus running around the port, she'd talked about that genetic engineering back when they'd first met in person. With his background, he really couldn't help but wonder about it. But unlike Liquid, he was slow to bring up the cloning project. "But your secret is safe with me."

He ended up muttering several colorful somethings underneath his breath instead when she finally tied off the gunshot wound. As he leaned on the table and waited for the pain to subside he pulled his bandanna off and distractedly wound it around his knuckles, letting his damp hair hang down into his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he cast about for the scattered pieces of what pride he had. "...Remind me to dodge the bullets next time."