Love Does Bloom On the Battlefield (MGS fanfic)
🌈✨(WARNING: VERY GAY....also FEELS)
Otacon had always been a nervous wreck. Ever since he was a child. He wet the bed constantly, always got bullied for being so smart. His parents acknowledged his existence though, and loved him, which he was very grateful for.
Snake, however, lived a completely different lifestyle than him. His father had cloned him, plus his two brothers, and he had grown up under him, and his mother ever since he was a baby. His mother had taken better care of him than he ever did. She always made him feel safe, wanted, loved. Snake loved her deeply, but his father, he did not.
He hated him with every ounce of his being. Big Boss had killed his mother when he was only a small boy, leaving him with him, to be grown up into what he was today. A soldier, a soldier who killed, and helped others, more than he could help himself.
Thinking about the past made Snake's mind do a bit of a whirl. He suddenly couldn't think straight, placing a hand upon his head. He was seated next to Otacon in the waiting room outside the Colonel's office, awaiting their next operative mission.
"Hey, are you ok?" Otacon's gentle voice cut through him, and he turned, seeing the concerned man's eyes fixated on him behind those glasses of his.
"Y..yeah. I'm fine." He lied gruffly, shifting uncomfortably. He turned his head away, avoiding the still-unsure look on Otacon's face.
The otaku hesitantly raised a hand, placing it upon his shoulder. "If you want to talk to me, it's alri-"
"I said I'm fine." Snake snapped, shoving his hand away. He tried not to look at his assistaint's face, feeling guilt well inside him. He shouldn't of spoke to him so bitterly, but he couldn't help it.
Otacon pulled himself away, looking a bit taken aback. He nervously shifted his body, moving away from Snake to give him some space.
"S-sorry." He apologized.
"Whatever. Just..don't do that again, please." Snake growled, crossing his arms over his chest. The guilt hadn't gone away, and it was itching at him to tell Otacon he was sorry. But..he couldn't. "Don't go all 'buddy buddy' on me, we' don't really know each other 'that' well. It takes time for me to warm up to people I don't know."
"Oh, I see." Otacon said in understandment, nodding. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way."
"It's okay, as long as we're on good terms, I'll be fine being with you."
Snake said, turning his eyes to the man, showing him that he meant it.
"You...really mean that?" Otacon asked, a little surprised.
"Yeah, course I am. I didn't go all soft to tell you that."
"Heh, alright. Well, thank you anyway, for trusting me."
Snake's mouth curled into a smile, "No problem." He said.
Otacon gave him a kind smile in return, and Snake could feel warmth in his chest. He felt fuzzy and...happy, seeing the other man be so trustworthy to him. It felt nice.
Otacon felt happiness spread within him as well. "Hey, uh..." He suddenly asked, hesitating, casting his eyes downward. "Are you...nervous?"
Snake's head turned to him again, his eyebrows raised slightly, disappearing under his headband. "Nervous? Eh..nah. Not really, I guess. What, are you?"
"Yeah, a little." He admitted shyly. "I..I mean, we're going to be tracking down some bad people. Again."
"So what? We've done this before. Don't know why it's making you so paronoid." Snake muttered. Christ, he hoped the guy wouldn't piss himself again. In his seat, too. That would be absolutely disgusting. He tried not to think about it.
After all, during their mission, he would have plenty to think about.
- - - - - -
Half an hour later, the two men were in one of the Colonel's pickup trucks, one guard driving while Snake and Otacon sat in the back. They were heading deep within the forest, the monitor at the front of the car beeping, showing a tiny red dot that showed where the base were the people they were after were.
"So, what're we going to do once we find them?" Otacon asked, speaking up after a couple minutes since they got in the car.
"Interrogate them of course. Why, you have something else in mind?" Snake asked him, his arms and leg crossed.
"Uhm, I don't think so. Interrogation seems like a good idea. Why are we doing that, anyway?"
Geez, this guy askes alot of questions. "They're planning to launch a bomb somewhere, we don't know exactly but it took us a long time to track them down, since we didn't have a hacker, but with you being one you did what we were wanting from you. So...good work." Snake rubbed the back of head, looking a little uncharacteristicly awkward.
"Oh...thanks." Otacon laughed a bit, blushing. "I-I didn't expect me to be this much of a help, you know? I thought I would stay at the base while you went on your missions."
"It doesn't always work like that. Hackers are a great thing to have with missions, you can hack into stuff we can't, so you're pretty important." Snake said with honest gratitude.
Otacon's face seemed to turn even redder than before. He ducked his head down a little into his turtleneck, chuckling in modesty. "O-oh geez, Snake, thanks....Since when were you a flatterer?"
Snake grinned and shrugged, placing his arms behind his back. "It just comes naturally."
They stayed silent for a few more minutes...a calm kind of silence. Until Otacon spoke up again, asking, in his small voice, "How come you see so much potential in me?"
"Oh, um...well.." Snake looked a little surprised by the question, scratching at his chin, a nervous habit. "Y'just...have that kind of air around you, you know? You honestly looked like a total wimp when I first met you, no offence, but...you're strong. Strong inside. Like you won't take any shit from anyone, and I appreciate that from guys like you."
It was Snake's turn to blush now, and Otacon was very surprised. Even more surprised than the compliments he had been given. He stared, a little open-mouthed at the soldier, his own face reddened.
Snake had crossed his arms and slumped a little into his seat, trying to hide his face, avoiding eye-contact.
"I-....wow. T-Thank you, um..." Otacon stammered, smiling. "That was very kind of you to say that."
"Y..Yeah yeah, well, you'll never hear me say anything like that for a long time, so keep your mouth shut, you got it?" Snake demanded sternly, his face still completely flushed.
"Sure..I won't tell anyone about your soft side, Snake." Otacon grinned teasingly, chuckling. "You big old softie."
"H-Hey, quit that!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Haha!"
"You two loverbirds done back there?" The guard asked loudly from the front. God, he had been listening to those two chattering like two old married people. It was kinda adorable, really. "We've made it to the base! Get your stuff ready."
The two men had ceased their little bickering and had glanced up quickly, seeing that the guard was indeed right. He parked the car behind a few trees and handed each of them a walkie-talkie.
"Just in case you two get seperated." he said. "Go in silently. Find them swiftly and get the job done, understand? That's the Colonel's orders." He said. "It'll be up to you two to get outtta there and report back to the base. Got it?"
Snake hopped out first, then Otacon. The two men watched the truck speed off, the latter of the two shivering slightly. It had snowed heavily in the forest, and the tiny sprinkles of the snow had melted atop the otaku's hair.
They made their way towards the base, ducking low in stealth mode as two security cameras were on each side of the building, beeping. Otacon rubbed himself to keep warm. He should of worn a heavier jacket...the one he had had no lining. Snake, on the other hand, was used to the cold, being a dog musher and all. It hardly affected him.
"Quit shaking, you're making me antsy." Snake gruffly told him as he peeked out from the bushes.
"S-Sorry, it's just really cold out here." Otacon said, holding himself, shivering like a leaf. He had worn his white jacket, and brought some white gloves, but no hat. Smart thinking.
"You won't be cold once we get inside." Snake glanced around the perimeter, his eyes scanning anything that moved. After a couple of moments, he nodded to his teammate, "Nobody's here. Let's move."
He silently began to go down the steep hill, Otacon following in close pursuit. His teeth were chattering like crazy and Snake gritted his own in annoyance. He desperately wanted to give him his own jacket so he would stop being so cold-
Wait. Why was he thinking like that?
"H-Hey, why did you stop?" Otacon suddenly asked, confused as to why he had bumped into the man.
Snake looked at him, and if his face wasn't red from the cold, he would've been awkward even more if Otacon could see how embarrassed he looked. "It-It's nothing, let's keep going."
He sneakily went behind the building, making sure the scientist was following him. Otacon was, and he still looked a bit confused.
He must be thinking about me...
Snake growled and shook his head again. "Nnngh."
"Is-is something bothering you?" Otacon asked him in a whispery voice. "Y-you're acting really strange."
"I said it's nothing! J-Just be quiet and follow me. We gotta find a way inside." Snake growled angrily, standing up. He placed a hand against the wall, feeling the wall for any weak spots. He didn't dare to look back at his assistant, fearing to see the saddened look in his eyes when he had snapped at him. It made him feel angry at himself.
Otacon had moved somewhere away from him, and he gasped, seeing something below. He looked at it and bit his lip, hesitating, before letting his partner know. "I..uh, found something, over here!"
Snake perked up quickly with his keen nerves, going over to him quickly. "What? What'd you find? And keep your voice down."
"Sorry. It's a vent...it must lead inside. If we can pop it open with something then I'm sure we can crawl through." He was right. There was a rectangle shaped vent in the side of the building, all screwed up tight. But that wouldn't stop them.
Snake hastily took out his knife from his jacket pocket and bent down, unscrewing each of the screws off before pulling it out with a grunt, making it plop onto the hardened snow. "There."
He ducked down onto his stomach, pulling himself forward into the vent. He shuffled a couple meters into it until he realized he couldn't hear the otaku behind him. "Hey, what're you doing?" He half-yelled behind him, unable to turn his head due to how cramped the vent was.
"I...I'm claustrophobic..." Otacon's voice was meek and quiet, and if Snake could see him, he would probably be pissing himself onto the snow.
"Goddamnit.." Snake growled to himself, before crawling backwards, then stood up, glaring at the still-shaking man. "Otacon, why didn't you tell me before?"
"I didn't know we were going to go into a vent. I-I'm sorry, Snake, I-I should've told you, I'm...I've failed our mission-!" Otacon's ramblings was cut off as Snake grabbed him by the shoulders, his face coming into contact with the other man stiffly.
He stared into the soldier's blue-green eyes with hesitation, his own widened in surprise. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, his face feeling hot. "U-uh...."
Snake's own face had grown warm too, even if it was cold as hell outside. He gripped Otacon's shoulders tightly, glaring into his deep brown eyes...god, those eyes. He couldn't ever break his gaze away even if he wanted to.
"Listen to me," He began, his voice sounded a little..flustered? Otacon might've imagined it. "You didn't fail this mission. You're claustrophobic, that's..that's fine, you don't have to go through the vent. We don't have to."
"But-But if its the only way inside the building, how will we-?"
"We'll find some other way." Snake released him, stepping back. He felt as if his own heart would burst by how close they had become.
What the hell's wrong with me? I feel so weird...
Otacon stared quizzically at him, rubbing his cold nose as he adjusted his jacket. He was making that confused face again.
"Alright...s-so, how're we going to find a different entrance?" He asked.
"Hm..." Snake turned his head upwards, spotting all the windows. Some were cracked, some were slightly open...and-
There! Over there by the heater beside the building, there was a worn ladder that has fallen in the snow. He quickly made his way to it, feeling excitement rush through him. "Jackpot!"
Otacon rose an eyebrow, following him in mid-thought.
"Oh, a ladder! That's how we can get in. But what about guards?" He asked as Snake hauled the ladder to its feet, placing it against the wall. "They'll be everywhere, I checked on my laptop before we came."
"I can take them out if they attack us. Don't worry." Snake said, grabbing the handles and pulling himself up, climbing the ladder toward the roof. Otacon glanced up at him, and made his way up too, not even looking back at the ground. He pushed his slight fear of heights aside.
Snake's feet scuffed against the ground as he hopped down, looking up to see Otacon making his way up as well. The otaku jumped down, nearly falling over with clumsiness, but he quickly caught himself. Snake couldn't help but smirk. The guy was always a total klutz.
"Alright, now all we gotta do is find where they are, grab them, and ask them what they know about the launch." Snake informed him as they made their way quietly down the boxes that led to the far-spaced room. "That's our top priority."
"I got you." Otacon nodded, climbing down from the last box and landed on the floor. He followed his teammate as they walked towards the exit that presumably led to the hallways to their briefing rooms.
Snake opened the door a crack and peeked his head out, then waved his hand at his assistant. "All clear. C'mon."
Sneaking through a high-ranked business building was, to say, very intense and nerve-wracking. You felt like you were constantly being watched by someone who wasn't even there. They could also get caught, and killed, and that terrified Otacon the most.
"You're trembling." Snake's voice noted, cutting through his racing thoughts. "Scared?"
"Well, yeah." Otacon said with a nervous laugh, keeping his voice low. "Why wouldn't I be? This is freaking me out."
Snake hmm'd to himself, turning his gaze back forward as they continued walking. "Just take it easy. Being afraid can make you vulnerable."
"You're not wrong about that.." Otacon murmured, then halted in his steps as Snake suddenly stopped walking, nearly making him bump into him twice that day. "Wh-what is it?"
"Shh. Someone's coming this way." Snake turned around, half-running to go behind one of the walls. "Come on, Otacon!"
"Al-Alright!" The younger man ran to him and hid behind the wall, panting with his nerves rattled from almost being seen. They both peeked from behind the long wall to see a guard walking past, a AK47 in his hands.
Otacon's knees felt weak as he swallowed hard. "O-ohh god."
"Calm down. Let's keep going." Snake told him, his voice low and stern as always. He had added a touch of comfort too, which Otacon was nice to hear. He really did care about him...
The two men snuck through the hallways for as long as they could, before they spotted a bunch of guards walking just as they were about to turn the corner. Snake nearly jumped out of his skin as he grabbed Otacon, his eyes frantically looking around for someplace they could hide. Otacon pointed to a small, little room that said 'janitors closet' in front of them, and felt himself getting pulled in. (HERE WE GOOOOO)
Snake closed the door quickly, his hands placed on the wall as Otacon stood against it, their bodies suddenly close in contact in the cramped room.
Their heavy breathing was evening out as they stared into each other's eyes, the guards voices seeming muffled from outside as time seemed to slow down.
"Um...so..this..is awkward." Snake mumbled, his eyes slowly lowering to the ground, feeling his ears and cheeks heat up. God, he must've looked like such an idiot. If only the light was off.
Otacon's mouth was twisted into a goofy, nervous smile as he put his hands up to his chest, his own face completely red. "Y-yeah..."
Snake listened intently if anyone was still walking past, but it seemed to be quiet now. Except for his heart, which was thumping out of control. He wondered if Otacon could hear it. "I...I think it's safe to go outside now." He said in a whispery voice, but really it was to hide the obvious nervousness he felt, as he stepped away from the other man.
Otacon rubbed his neck as he followed him, feeling less cramped as they walked out of the closet. God...he thought he would've died of embarrassment in there. They had been so close, they could've...
Woah, no. No...you hardly know the guy..quit thinking things like that, you weeb! This isn't like your animes, this is real life.
Snake glanced momentarily over his shoulder, seeing that Otacon was lost back in his thoughts. He furrowed his eyebrows, contemplating what he was thinking about.
That really was awkward. Why do I feel things for him? Maybe I could talk to Meryl once this is all over. He thought anxiously. She can maybe help me come together with all my scrambled thoughts about Otacon.
They continued walking briskly down the hall in silence. Voices could suddenly be heard at the end near one of the rooms, and Snake immediately ducked low into a crouch, signaling Otacon to do the same. They made their way toward the room, coming into contact with what the men were saying. They only could get in some of what they were talking about since the door was shut.
"....launching the bomb....."
"...yes....the codes.....they're hidden away.....in a secured room....."
"Wait here. I'm not risking you to get killed." Snake said to the scientist with a firm voice, getting up and opening the door.
Otacon's eyes widened. WHAT?! He's just going in?! HE'S going to be the one killed if he's not careful! Damnit, Snake...!
He heard frantic and surprised voices from the room as Snake entered. At once, the roughhousing began, and punches and kicks were heard. Snake was taking them down, and there didn't seem to be any gunshots...
After a couple of painful moments, Snake walked back out, wiping his lip that was cut. "Lucky bastard had a good hit. I got them though, now all we gotta do is make them tell about the bomb's whereabouts." He said.
"O-okay.." Otacon shakily stood up, eyeing the man with concern. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little cut. I've taken worse, now come on." He waved him in, and Otacon walked into the room. He gasped, seeing that the men were in a huddled lump near the wall in the corner. They were beaten and bruised already. Impressive.
"Holy crap, how did you-?" Otacon began, shocked out of his mind.
"Lots of practice." Snake went over to the cluster of men and bent down, getting to eye-level with one of them. Only one of them was barley conscious. "Hey, you."
"Urghh.." the agent grumbled, obviously still in utter pain. "The hell do you want...?"
"Don't act stupid. You were talking about launching some bomb somewhere, right? You're gonna tell us how to stop it, and if you do without any fuss, maybe your death wont come quick." Snake hissed, taking his knife out from his pocket.
Otacon felt his skin crawl uncomfortably at the sight. He had never threatened any of their first enemies like that. It was a bit scary.
"Why should I tell you anything?" The agent snapped at him, coughing. Snake narrowed his eyes.
"Because you have no choice." With that said, he thrusted the sharp end of the knife into the man's leg, and placed a hand on his mouth before he could scream. The man's shriek
was muffled and pained, as he closed his eyes, tears threatening to fall.
"Tell me, now." Snake growled, keeping his hand still clenched around the blade.
"G-Go to hell." The man spat, blood pooling around the spot where he had been stabbed. It was already spilling around the floor.
Snake twisted the blade in deeper, making the man scream again. He was getting really tired of this. "I said tell me!"
"F-FINE, fine! Augh..! God-fucking damnit..!" The agent gritted his teeth as he panted heavily, afraid to move in case the knife dug in again. "The-The bomb is going to launch today, in-..in six hours, in the north side of the building. T-the room is 504.."
"What are the codes to stop it?" Snake asked, staring pensively at him. "Is there a way to stop it?"
"There-there is.." He said weakly, eyes half-closing as blackness enveloped within his vision. "The code is...54781.."
"54781..." Snake murmured to himself, before standing up. He took the knife out of the man's leg, the man too weak to even cry out as he passed out. "I see..."
"W-Wow, Snake, uh..you...really did that." Otacon said, coming up from behind him. He had kept his distance, too afraid to come any closer to the scene.
Snake glared at him, "What do you mean?"
"You- you stabbed him." Otacon stammered, hands wringing nervously. "I-I mean, I don't think you ever stabbed anyone in our first mission...it's just so..unlike you."
"Mm..well, I don't like stabbing people. But if it's for an important reason, then I have to. Killing to save a city or town...that's something I never thought I'd do." Snake walked past him, seeming to be thinking over of what he just did. So what if he had stabbed that guy, he was a soldier. Soldiers have to protect their country, right?
Then why do I feel so guilty...?
Otacon looked outside the room tentatively, biting his lip. "You ready to go? What's our next move?"
"We head back. Inform the Colonel and get his orders." Snake walked out of the room, glancing in each direction in case anyone was coming. "We'll have to probably decode the bomb. Obviously.." he grunted to himself in fatiguendss, touching a finger with delicacy to his still bleeding lip. "Hngh..ow.."
"Y..You're still bleeding." Otacon told him, walking to stand beside him.
"Yeah, I can see that, genius." Snake told him snappily, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Otacon sighed, reaching a hand up to his face. Snake flinched, stepping away. "Hey, what're you doing?!" He almost slapped his small hand away.
"I'm- I want to take a look at it." Otacon hesitantly said, putting his hand down. "I'm a doctor, remember? It might get infected if it's not taken care of."
"Mmm...fine, but we're going somewhere else. We're sitting ducks out here." Turning to another doorway, Snake put his ear to it and listened for any voices. There wasn't any, and he turned the handle. "You can fix it in here. C'mon."
Otacon nodded, walking into the small room. He had brought his small medical bag just in case things went bad. Snake's cut wasn't that serious, he just...wanted to be helpful.
- - - - -
Snake sat atop a metal table in one of the small rooms. Otacon was busily rummaging through his kit, searching for some sewing equipment and needle.
Looking around the room, he noticed the windows were barley see-through-able. They were blurry and wide, yet...there might've even been no way to open it. Weird. These agents must be pretty secretive about whatever they do.
"Alright, here we go." Otacon finally took out the needle, flicking it twice as he held it up. A glimmer of fear flashed in Snake's eyes at the sight, and he couldn't help but feel himself tremble.
Otacon saw, and asked softly, "Hey, what's wrong? You don't like needles?"
"I, um...yeah." He stuttered. "I..don't have a good experience with them."
"Oh, I see..." The otaku said quietly, a little grounded to the spot at the unexpected reaction of his teammate. This was...a new fact. There was still alot about Snake that he didn't know. This was certainly interesting. "Well..that's ok. Everybody's afraid of something."
"It's a bad kind of fear, Otacon. PTSD, you heard of it?" Snake kept his eyes locked to his side, avoiding the glimmering shine of the sharp object in front of him.
"Yeah, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, right?" Otacon said. He put the needle down, seeing how uncomfortable the other man was. Snake's face had grown noticeably pale, even paler than normal. And his pupils has shrunk to tiny pinpricks. "Geez, you really don't like them, don't you?"
"What the hell do you think?" Snake glowered at him angrily, fists clenching. He couldn't stop shaking. He felt like he was going to throw up. God. Why? Just...why? Why did it always have to be needles?
Everything suddenly felt blurry and out of place as he blinked, placing a hand to his head. His throat was closing up, making him hardly able to breathe, and his stomach kept flipping. He felt sick. He tried to calm down, but found that he couldn't.
"O-Otacon-" Snake wheezed, bringing a hand to his chest. He struggled to speak, squeezing his eyes shut.
Otacon's face was panicked. He saw the expression of his teammate wither before him, and he felt his helping instincts kick in. He was having a panic attack!
"Snake, l-listen to me, you need to calm down, alright?" The scientist moved a little closer to him, raising his palms to place them calmly on his shoulders. Snake was too caught up in his state to even feel his touch. His eyes were glazed over, his head fuzzy, the room was spinning, and his heartbeat was out of control.
"Snake? Can you hear me? It's alright. Just- just breathe, it's ok. You're having a panic attack. Just try and calm down." He could faintly hear Otacon's voice try and get through to him. It felt so..far away...
No no no no no...
"Just follow my voice..."
D- Don't want to get stabbed again...
His head shot up, fearful terror in his widened eyes. Otacon stared soothingly into them, a anxious yet relieved expression on his face. Snake blinked again, his vision a little clearer, except they were still blurry. He felt something wet trickle down his cheeks, and realized he was crying. Shakily, he rubbed them away, feeling Otacon's eyes on him, making him feel uncomfortable, as if he wasn't already.
"There you are. You..kinda lost me for a sec. I had to snap you out of it. Are you alright?" Otacon asked him gently, hands still placed on his shoulders. He didn't seem too surprised that he had began to cry.
"Y-Yeah, I think so...sorry." Snake's voice tittered a little, and he hated it. He was showing weakness...
He looked down at his still shaking hands, feeling his breathing slowing down as he gained control. "This disorder really gets me off guard.."
"Hey, it happens...I have pretty bad anxiety so I know how you feel." Otacon smiled, an understanding kind of smile. "You freaked me the heck out, but..I'm really glad you're okay now."
Snake could feel his cheeks heat up. He swallowed nervously, turning his gaze away from the man. "U-um..thank you..." He said, feeling awkward. Why was his smile so goddamn cute...(U FRICKIN NERD) "I feel a little better now."
"Yeah, I can see that. Your color is returning." Otacon noted. He looked down hesitantly at the needle, then put it back in his kit. "You know what, I'll use some anesthetic instead. Your PTSD is pretty serious. Why didn't you say anything about it before?"
"I didn't really know you'd be using a needle to treat my cut." Snake admitted quietly.
"Fair enough I guess.." Otacon moved close to him and reached up, placing a hand under his chin to hold it in place. He dabbed a bit of the medicine onto his lip, disinfecting it in the process. "There. It should heal a bit faster now. Don't touch it, ok?"
"Sure, fine. Thanks."
The scientist gathered his things and placed them all back into the medic kit. "No problem, Snake." Looking over his shoulder, he watched the soldier get off the table, wiping invisible dirt off his pants. He quirked an eyebrow in thought.
He can be so brave. Unlike me.
I usually just piss myself, embarrassment otherwise. He can stay so cool under pressure when he has these terrifying moments, it's so...interesting, for some reason.
Snake glanced at him, their eyes meeting momentarily before Otacon broke away, clearing his throat awkwardly. "How about we find the agent outside?" He asked.
"Mm, yeah, that's obviously what we were about to do. Let's go." Snake moved past him, heading cautiously out the door. Otacon followed in suite, holding the kit to his chest protectively.
- - - - - - -
They walked aimlessly around the hallways in quiet stealth mode, searching for the vent that led to the outside. Turning the fifth corner, they then spotted it, wide open, the outside blustering with windy air.
"Come on, Otacon. We're almost there." Snake began to jog towards it, but stopped when he couldn't hear the scientist behind him. Usually he'd reply, and he'd hear his footsteps, but why was he-
"Don't move." A hasty voice demanded from behind, the front of the gun pressed into the back of his skull. The voice sounded heavy with a Russian accent, very smooth. A female.
Snake lifted his hands up and asked, "Who are you?"
"Hm. The legend should know who I am, but I guess you really are that dense. I am Sniper Fox, the twin sister of Sniper Wolf. You knew her, yes?" Her words made Snake's insides freeze, the name sending his mind flashing back to that dreaded battle. The woman's last words...her life story...
"Yeah, I knew her. But I didn't know she had a sister who was alive." He gruffly said, keeping his voice steady. He could hear Otacon whimpering behind him, and he was pretty sure he pissed himself due to the acid smell that was overcoming into the room.
"It is true, I'm still alive. Before we get into any more conclusions how about we go somewhere more private to talk, da?" Sniper Fox lowered her gun into Snake's back, pressing hard. "Turn around and walk. Your friend will follow too. Don't try anything funny."
Snake and Otacon did as they were told and turned, walking ahead as the soldier's guided them. There were four of them to be exact. Where they had come from was a mystery...(it's a CLICHE)
"Go in there." Sniper Fox pointed to one of the small rooms. They walked in cautiously, the darkness of the room becoming engulfed in light as it was turned on. The soldier's forcefully placed them both into chairs that were at the front of a small desk, their guns held at the ready as they stood by the two of them, staying alert.
Sniper Fox walked before them and sat down at the desk, a hardened expression plastered on her face. She had blonde hair, thick eyelashes and red lipstick on. She wore a tight black uniform with some sort of necklace around her neck. She looked threatening, yet stunning to look at.
"So, as I was saying," she began, folding her hands onto the desk as she leaned over it, her eyes scanning their own. "After I found out that Snake killed my sister, I became furious. I wanted to kill you, you know? Make you suffer as much as my sister did, but.." she stopped, sitting back. There was a slight gleam of sadness in her eyes. "I felt compelled to know why. You left her gun with her, you shot her to be put out of her misery...why?" She asked, "she was going to kill you. Why did you not kill her like the soldier that you are? You killed her in sympathy, I can tell. You have those eyes, the eyes that have seen war, seen your friends be murdered before you. The eyes of someone who's lost something."
"Why are you telling us this?" Snake asked abruptly, cutting her off. He just wanted her to stop talking about her. "Do you feel guilty that you couldn't save her?"
Sniper Fox glared harshly at him, her mouth set into a slight snarl, resembling her of that of a real fox. "...You are not afraid to say what you think, aren't you? It is true...but that does not mean that I still hate
Snake stayed silent, his eyebrows knitted together as they shared a stare-down. Otacon watched with a terrified puppy-dog look on his face, his body trembling.
"She didn't die in vain." Snake told her finally, eyes slowly lowering as he thought back to that day. Every time he did, her words made his heart ache. "She died as she always would've wanted to, as a soldier. She fought all her life, and she died, fighting for herself."
Sniper Fox's eyes gleamed again, this time with unshed tears. She brought a hand up to her eyes, rubbing them away. She cleared her throat, giving a small, defeated sounding sigh. "That's- that's quite enough. Tell me why you two are here. You've taken out a whole bunch of my men, there has to be a reason why."
"We-" Otacon began, but Snake cut him off, raising a hand.
"Don't change the subject so fast, there's something I wanna know first."
"...you're quite persistent. What do you want to know?"
"Sniper Wolf, she...she never mentioned you. Even at her last breath, she didn't even say anything about your childhood." Snake looked into her eyes defiantly, seeing the coldness that were in them, "why?"
"....." She glanced down, breaking her eyes from his. "She and I never shared a childhood together. We were taken away when we were children. But the rest is not your business. Answer my question, why are you here?"
Snake glanced over at Otacon, gesturing with his eyes and head to give him a thought about what they should say. Otacon looked exasperated as he turned back to Sniper Fox, shaking as he began to talk crazily.
"I..I'mnotgoingtotellyouanything!You'reallabunchofjerksandwecanstopyou!" He slapped his hands over his mouth, shocked at what he had just said.
"What did he just say?!" One of the soldier's barked, coming up from behind the scientist with his gun pointed. Otacon looked away from his piercing glare, looking absolutely scared out of his mind.
"Get him up from his chair. Teach him how he should talk to more superior people than him. " Sniper Fox ordered him coldly. Snake whipped his head to her, before looking back to his assistant as he was grabbed from his chair, holding him in place as one of the soldier's got right in his face.
"Tell us calmly like a good little geek, and don't piss yourself again!" He snapped, grabbing him by the shirt.
Otacon sniveled, eyes shutting as he shook. "I-I-I-I-.."
"WELL?!" He hit Otacon upside the head hard, causing the poor man's glasses to slip off his nose and hit the floor. Otacon cried out, biting his tongue.
Snake's fists shook at his sides as he watched Otacon break down before him, his stomach coiling into knots. He felt so hopeless...if he tried anything, they'd shoot him. But if he DIDN'T do anything, Otacon could possibly die!
Hrghh..damnit! What should I do?!
The soldier grabbed Otacon by his chin roughly, forcing him to look at him. "Quit your crying! Speak or you'll be in much worse pain than just that!"
"I-I'm- I don't.." Otacon struggled to say, tears spilling from his eyes. "I'm not telling you ANYTHING! E-Even if you torture me, I still wouldn't say anything!"
Pride had seemed to fill the young otaku scientist at that moment. It was surprising indeed. The soldier raised his fist, ready to smack him again, before Sniper Fox stood up, stopping him. "That's enough! Bring him to one of the unoccupied cells for questioning. I'll deal with Snake myself."
The soldier lowered his fist, instead grabbing Otacon's arm and pulling him along with him and one other soldier as they took him out of the room, his whimpering still heard even as they shut the door. Snake growled to himself, still rooted to his seat. "Otacon..."
"You and him seem to share a special bond." Sniper Fox observed, her tone calm. It made Snake feel uneasy. "He's special to you, нет?"
Snake looked at her incredulously, feeling his cheeks burn. He didn't know why. "N-No, I..I mean, what the hell are you talking about?! He's my partner, nothing more!"
"Mmm..your words are strong yet you still lie." She shook her head, leaning over her desk to look deep into him. He scooted back in his chair, trying to avoid her contended eyes. "You care for him, I can see it inside of you. I'm not like my sister, you know. I'm soft. I don't like to kill people unless they deserve it..." She pursed her lips thoughtfully. She then got up and walked over to him, her hips swaying slightly as she stood right in front of him, her arms crossed.
Snake looked up at her, his uneasiness for her still hadn't gone away. He felt rigid as she gazed at him with these hungry fox-like eyes.
"What the hell are you staring at?" He sneered.
"Your eyes. I haven't seen anything so intrancing before." She spoke, her voice icy. It inwardly made a shiver run down Snake's spine. "Blue as the ocean, green as the grass. They have pain in them, but also love. Love for whom, you may think? I think you know who I'm talking about."
"What are you, a matchmaker?" Snake fumed, looking indignant with her. "For the last time, he's my assistant and hacker. He's nothing more."
"He is not your friend?" She queried. He looked stricken with her question. She fought to fight off the knowing smirk coming to her lips.
"N-ngh- no, he's...he's-" Snake began, before slamming a fist on the table, nearly knocking the desklamp off. Sniper Fox jumped back, her hand coming to rest on her gun as the soldier's raised their guns. She lifted a hand to signal them, then walked back up to the panting soldier, her smirk gone.
"You've crossed me for the last time." He said to her, his voice dangerously calm. "Quit talking to me like I have a schoolboy crush, I don't let my feelings interfere with my missions!"
"Maybe if you'd stop being so stubborn you'd realize how you feel for him." She went behind him and leaned down, putting her mouth close to his ear, "because he might also have feelings for you too."
Snake's heart literally almost jumped out of his chest. Otacon, have feelings for HIM? No..no way, he wouldn't ever like a killer like him, would he? He considered it before, when they had those close encounters. And when he had that adorable lovesick look in his eyes...
"Goddamnit.." he whispered huskily to himself, putting a hand to his head. "You're supposed to be interrogating me, yet you're trying to get me together with my assistant. What kind of boss are you?"
"I'm just the boss of this operation. Anyways, I'll push your little 'love confusion' aside. We need to get to the bottom of what I wanted you in here for."
"Oh, finally. I was looking forward to that." He rolled his eyes as he sat back in the chair.
"So, since your 'assistant ' wouldn't crack, maybe you will. So tell me, why did you break into here?" She stepped beside him, placing one hand on the chair. Snake glared at her.
"You think I'll tell you? You can forget it. Sorry." He gestured with his head to the door. "Can you let me and my...friend go now? We'd really appreciate that."
Sniper Fox raised an eyebrow at his hestitation. She strutted back over to stand in front of him, placing a hand upon his shoulder. "How about you give me your gun first." Her other hand that had been behind her reached around, and in it carried a gun. HIS gun.
"Wha- how did-?!" He began to blurt, but before he could do or say anything else, a sharp pain filled the back of his head as he dropped to the ground, out cold. The soldier stepped back, the hilt of his AK in the air.
"He is a soldier, but he falls weak to woman such as I. Mm. Take him to the cell with his partner. We'll question them later. Don't kill them." She ordered the three soldiers, putting Snake's gun in her holster.
They grabbed the collapsed soldier and took him out of the room, just as they did with Otacon. Sniper Fox sat back down in her chair and hummed quietly to herself. She was going to get some answers out of these boys...killing or no killing.
- - - - - - - -
"S-Snake? Oh, thank christ! Hey, can you hear me?"
Otacon's voice rang in the young soldier's ears loudly, making him wince painfully. He strained to open his eyes, and once he did, he wished he hadn't. Otacon was staring directly down at him, and he seemed to be-
Fumbling to regain himself, Snake bolted upright, nearly smacking the poor otaku in the face as he scrambled away from him. "G-GAH!"
"What the HELL, Otacon?! Why was I- why was I on your lap?!" Snake cried, eyes widened. He'd gotten close to him yet again...(( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))
"U-Um..well..." Otacon's face started to turn red. "When they threw you in I- I wanted you to be comfortable, so I did?" He grinned sheepishly. He looked even cuter without his glasses on, especially with that little grin-
Otacon began to stumble over his words, seeing the confused look on Snake's face. He blushed even harder, thinking he looked like a complete pervert. "I-It isn't what you think, I swear! I just- I wanted-"
"Hrngh, shut up! I get it!" Snake growled, his own face turning a shade of red too. He hated it. Feeling tense and sweaty, he sat down on the floor, pulling his knees to his chest as he rubbed at his forehead. "Shit, wait, they hit you, are you alright?" He jerked up, crawling to him, hands outstretched.
"O-oh, uh, yeah I'm fine now. Why're you being so concerned?" Otacon asked him, trying to sound like he didn't care. But really he did.
Snake stopped, before scoffing, an obvious way to get out of feeling like a softie. "W-Well, can't I feel concerned if I want to?"
"It's..okay, really, I didn't say you couldn't be. It's...it's really sweet, actually." Otacon smiled a little, his blush deepening. Snake felt his heart do a funny little jump, and warmth began to radiate inside of him. Oh my god, he thought. I am in love with him. (NOW KISS)
"Gee, Otacon..I.." Snake stuttered, his eyes slowly lifting to meet the otaku's nervously. "I'm glad you think so. I-I guess. I mean, I'm..glad you're alright." He crosses his arms and chuckled dryly, unaware of how close Otacon was crawling to him. "I'd hate to have my assistant hurt badly, that'd suck-MMPH!"
Otacon had grabbed him by the collar and pressed his lips to his, smooching him deeply and passionately. Even in that small, cramped cell, his whole world exploded in that instant. Sparks flew through his head as he felt himself kiss back, hands grasping at Otacon's coat. The scientist's own hands tugged at his hair roughly, their kiss never seeming to end, until they had to breathe.
They both broke apart simultaneously, breathing hard, their eyes never leaving their own.
Otacon gasped, a shy but excited smile on his face. "S-sorry."
Snake stared at him, the fireworks never leaving his mind. He felt himself smirk, then snickered, and placed a hand on the man's cheek gently. "Took you long enough, huh?"
Otacon chuckled and lowered his head, trying to hide his coy smile. Snake lifted his chin gently, looking into his eyes. He could still see a slight fear in them, but it wasn't from him.
"Did they do anything else to you while I was being interrogated?" He asked protectively, his calm expression fading to that of an angry mother bear. (Or dad lol)
"Well..n-no...not really." Otacon muttered, reaching up to touch the soldier's hand that was upon his.
"Hal..." Snake said, not being forceful for once. He didn't like seeing Otacon get hurt from his own stupid decisions..."You sure?"
"Y-yeah, I'm sure. They just tossed me in and that was that. They hit me too, you..saw. You looked really pissed off." Otacon observed, giving him a lopsided smile.
Snake tightened his hold on him slightly, grumbling. "Well, no shit. You're my friend, well, er..boyfriend, now, I don't like seeing you get hurt."
Otacon's eyes sparkled, it almost reminded him of these animes that he had shown him during the gooey lovey-doovey scenes. "R-Really, Snake?" he asked.
"And- and we're boyfriends now too...?"
Snake smirked down at him. "We kissed, didn't we?"
Otacon blushed again. "Y-yeah, we did..." he looked back up at him, smiling. "I'm glad I went for it. I- I've had feelings for you for I don't know how long..."
"Huh, really? So did I." Snake confessed, eyebrows raised. "I thought you were just really nervous around me at first."
"Oh..." The otaku said. He then glanced around, noticing a camera that hung off the walls. "Um..should we postpone this for now? We-we're being watched..!"
"What?!" Snake whirled around, still holding Otacon, taking in the small camera huddled in the corner. "Crap, I completely forgot we were in a cell!"
"Love takes your mind off things, right?" Otacon half-joked, still sounding petrified.
"Quiet, you. We need to get out of here." He walked over to the camera and inspected it closely, seeing the tiny red dot. "Hhnngh...a little dot, they must be watching us."
"Who's watching us? Sniper Fox..?" Otacon asked, walking beside him and looking up at the camera.
"Probably, yeah. She made us share a cell and..." Snake couldn't help but blush again, sighing. "Get together, and still hold us for information. They can't hear everything we say though, I know what type of camera this is. It only sees, not hear."
"Well, that's pretty unprofessional." Otacon commented with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Being so high-tech and agent-y, why wouldn't they install sound? They could've gotten the info out of us long ago if they had it." He started to pace around the room, holding a hand to his chin. "It just doesn't make sense..."
Snake looked back at him, hand still holding the camera as he thought over what he wanted to do. "Your geekiness is showing, nerd."
"Yes yes, Snake I know. You should know I'm a nerd. I watch anime." Otacon gave him a look, then continued pacing. He then stopped, snapping his fingers, then turned to him quickly, "Do you have an extra headband with you?"
"An extra headband? Uh..." Snake confusedly muttered, "why?"
"Just, do you? It could get us out of here!"
"....I do." Looking kind of embarrassed, Snake took a extra headband out of his back pocket, handing it over to the scientist. "I always carry one around with me in case this one gets dirty."
"Nice thinking. Okay, here we go..." Otacon walked over to the camera and lifted himself on his tippy-toes, wrapping the headband around the camera over the red dot. Making sure it was secured, he stepped back, hands on his hips. "There!"
"Oh, I see. Smart idea, Otacon." Snake said to him, a mischevious look flashing in his eye. "Got any other ideas?"
"Um..check the door! Maybe there's a screw loose or something. If only I had my laptop..." Otacon cursed himself. His laptop could hack and unlock anything (if he tried hard enough).
"Hmm, alright. Let's see." Snake walked to the heavy built door and felt it over, his hand suddenly going right through a spot through it, causing him to jump slightly. "Oh, it's...a slot?"
"Yeah, so guards can put food through it for prisoners." Otacon explained to him, bending down to look through it, pressing up on the front. "We could try and cause a commotion to get them to open the door, and you could take them out?"
Snake looked at him with expertise. "Since when did you get so clever?"
Otacon shrugged with a modest grin. "So, will you do it?" He asked.
"Of course I will. We're getting out of here. We gotta stop that bomb, one way or another.." he looked through the slot again, noticing a distant guard near one of the stairs. "Otacon, yell. Loudly."
"Wh-what? We're doing it now?"
"Just do it!"
Otacon began to yell madily, his cry piercing the thick walls as the guards covered their ears. Snake did as well, wincing. Holy shit could the guy scream.
One of the guards could be heard through the door. "What's going on in there?!"
Another guard's voice. "I don't know! Just get the damn door open! Now!"
Snake grabbed Otacon's arm and moved him to the side of the cell, the latter now done with yelling. He rubbed his throat painfully, backing against the wall. "I- I can help you, you know."
"I know that, but I don't want you to get hurt again." Snake told him, turning away before he could see the otaku smile fondly at him. The door opened with a loud click, and the guard stepped in, his gun hovering in the air.
"What the hell's going on in her-NGAH!" He clutched desperately at his neck as Snake strangled him, taking him off to the side so that the other guard wouldn't see. He dropped the now unconscious man to the floor, grabbing his gun and reloading it swiftly.
"Oh my god," Otacon stepped over him carefully, following the soldier out the door. "What now?!"
"Stay behind me." Snake lifted the gun and began to fire at the remaining guards that now surrounded them. Firearms sounded throughout the room as several of the guards fell, dead, to the grimey ground.
"Jesus christ.." Otacon muttered from behind him, his expression that of a puppy that pooped itself. "You're not holding back, are you?"
"Not this time. These guys are intent to not let us leave," Snake reloaded his newfound gun, putting it on safety. He lowered it and looked at his mate. "Let's go. Ready?"
"Y-yeah, I am." Otacon said, nodding. He was on edge, and he had a terrible feeling something was going to happen...but what?
They started to hurry towards the hallways before a loud ringing sound could be heard, the alarm making red lights flash from the lights. Another group of soldiers entered the room, their guns at the ready. Immediately at the sight of the two men, they began to fire rapid bullets in their direction.
Snake grabbed Otacon's hand and ran to one of the tables, pushing it so it would land on its side, using it as cover. Otacon panted beside him, shaking. Snake placed a hand on his shoulder, the other on his gun.
"Hey, stay with me, Hal. It's gonna be alright, I won't let them hurt you." He told the terrified man calmly.
Otacon nodded, too frozen to the spot to speak. Snake grunted to himself, hating seeing the poor man so scared. He lifted himself to bend to look over the table, and began to fire his gun at the men. He heard a couple screams as his own bullets pierced them. He yelped in pain as one grazed by his cheek, nearly slicing his ear off. Backing down, he cupped his bleeding cheek, wincing.
"O- o-oh god, Snake! You're hurt!" Otacon had snapped back to himself (kinda) and grabbed him by his arm, panic in his voice.
"I'm fine!" Snake growled, wiping the cut. "Just keep your head down, or else you'll get your head blown off!" He lifted himself again, firing more bullets. Otacon did, keeping his head low as the sounds of bullets ricochet off the walls, nearly hitting his feet.
"If you'll surrender we'll let you stay alive!" One of the soldier's yelled out. Snake frowned, before clicking his gun, reloaded it, and fired it into the man's head. Headshot.
"What're we going to do?!" Otacon's high-pitched voice could barley be heard over the sound of gunshots, his hands placed over his head. "They're not giving up!"
"They're gonna have to soon!" Snake yelled to him as he fired more bullets. At some point during the standoff, Sniper Fox had ran out of her office and had witnessed the scene before her, hearing the bullets and only thinking the only rational thought that came to her mind.
They had escaped. Perfect.
Snarling to herself, she took out each of her guns and tore down the stairs, being careful not to get hit. She spotted the two men behind one of the tables, and another thought struck her. She wasn't that evil, but...she had to do what she was meant to do.
Otacon felt a presence in front of them suddenly, and he felt himself get grabbed roughly by his shirtfront, hauling him to his feet and over to one of the overturned tables. He cried out for Snake loudly, hoping he would hear him. Snake whirled his head around, ducking low, noticing that his boyfriend was gone, and he had heard him cry his name. He saw him get pulled to one of the tables and he instantly bolted for it, ignoring the bullets that passed by him.
Sniper Fox dragged the poor otaku into the hallway, her gun pressed firmly to the side of his head. "Now, are you going to cooperate this time?" She hissed in his ear.
Otacon trembled in her grasp. "P-Please, don't hurt me, please!" He begged, trying not to cry.
"Listen to me and maybe I won't."
Snake then bursted through the door that led to where they were, panting heavily, blood dripping from
his cheek and arm. He had gotten shot again, but he seemed to be immune to pain at the moment. All he cared about was Otacon's safety.
"Otacon!" He shouted, running over to them, his gun at the ready. He stopped in his tracks as Sniper Fox held up her second gun, aiming it at his head.
"Come any closer and he dies," she demanded, then grinned in a way that made Snake feel even angrier at her, "you wouldn't like that, would you?"
"Get the hell away from him or I swear I will kill you." Snake growled through clenched teeth. God, she was STILL playing with his head.
"That's not going to happen. I wanted some answers, and you're going to give them to me." Sniper Fox's hand dug deeper into Otacon's arm, causing him to whimper in pain. She then put her gun away and took out her silver knife, pressing it into his neck. This caused the man to gasp, afraid to move, meaning it would slice him right open.
Snake stepped back slowly, eyes hardened. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the knife. "Don't. You. Dare."
She smiled sinisterly at him. The sight would make any person drop to their knees in utter fear. "Then tell me."
"..j-just, just tell her, Snake..please..." Otacon's voice was meek and strained, it only made him feel worse.
"Hhrrgh..." He hesitated, keeping his aim steady, "..fine. We came here to stop you from launching a bomb, but obviously that didn't turn out so well since we're in this situation." He said. "Now can you let him go?"
Sniper Fox looked at the still shaking scientist in her hold, released him, and threw him back to the other man, who caught him in his arms.
Otacon sniffled and clutched at Snake's arms, his legs feeling like jelly. Snake held onto him gently, anger coursing through his veins.
"You alright?" He asked him softly.
"Y..yeah I'm- I'm fine." Otacon stuttered, so quiet that he almost couldn't hear him. He gripped him against him, before glaring up at the woman before them.
"How sweet. You two have a bigger bond than I thought. I'd hate to take that away." She tucked her gun and knife back into her jacket pocket.
"Why are you launching a bomb? And to where?" Snake demanded harshly, not taking anymore of her crap. She's a tricky one.
"Hm, I suppose it's only fair that you told me why you came here. We're launching it into the US. The rest is none of your concern." She told him flatly.
"Why blow it up? It's where you live! Are you that braindead you can't even comprehend what you're doing?" Snake snapped. Seriously, what was wrong with all the villains he came across?!
"I said it's none of your concern." Sniper Fox's voice was slick, like a knife piercing someone. It meant it was the end of their disscusion. "How's about this; you two leave and let us do our work, plus you get to live."
"As if. We're going to stop you, so you can forget it!" He took out his gun and held it up at her, his other still on Otacon. "Get the hell down on the floor, and kick your guns and knife over."
"..." She stayed rooted to the spot for a few minutes, then, very slowly, took her things out and kicked them over to him, and bent down onto the ground. Snake placed Otacon on the floor to the wall before walking carefully over to her, gun still pointed at her.
"Hands up." He ordered. She lifted her hands to put them on her head, a blank expression on her face the entire time.
"Your eyes are still cold with war." She suddenly spoke, her silky yet russian-deep voice cut through him like any other villain he faced. "You do not kill people for the glory of war, you kill because you are ordered to."
"Shut your damn mouth." Snake resisted the urge to hit her, knowing her words were true. He felt himself shake, her eyes never leaving his. "You don't know what I do. I kill to survive."
"You don't do it for anyone else?"
An uneasy silence filled the room, save for Otacon's slight quivering form and sniffling, still shaken up from his hostage-situation. Snake readied his hold on his gun, narrowing his eyes at the woman. Sniper Fox still looked at him with that smile on her face. It was almost creepy. It was creepy.
Otacon suddenly asked, "What..should we do with her?"
Snake hesitated, glancing at the other man before looking at the sniper. He contemplated using her as a hostage, but her men were still outside. His other thought would be to kill her, but..he didn't feel like it was right.
Damnit! he cursed in his head. Make up your mind already. She was gonna kill Otacon..she's launching a bomb, and if you don't stop it, or her, then...
What can I do?
Time seemed to slow as his mind racked, ideas whirling like somersaults in his head. It almost made him feel dizzy. He finally came to a conclusion.
Gesturing with his gun upward, he strictly told her, "Get up. You're stopping the bomb yourself."
"Hm." She stood up at his order, a sly smirk plastered on her face. "You don't want to kill me? How generous of you."
Snake gritted his teeth in frustration. "I told you to shut up. Now get moving." He went behind her and pressed his gun into her back, making her stumble forward.
Sniper Wolf started walking down the hallway, her footsteps in tow with his. Otacon followed them nervously, watching her every move, his eyebrows knitted together. They walked in complete silence, their movements slow paced yet quickened.
"Where is it?" Snake suddenly asked her, forgetting where the room where the bomb launcher room was.
She slightly turned her head. "It's coming up soon to our left. Shall I lead?"
"...just keep moving."
She continued to walk, the two men following. Finally, she stopped at a large red heavy-built door, a huge sign that read; Do Not Enter was in bold red letters on the front.
"Open it." He ordered her without any hesitation.
Sniper Fox took out a card key from her jacket pocket and swiped it in the scanner, allowing the door to open. The trio walked in, and Otacon shut the door behind them.
"Alright, so here's what you're going to do-" Snake began, before she cut in.
"You're still giving me orders, huh?" She said, her back still facing him. He could tell she was smiling again. "You're almost Big Boss worthy."
A tense silence filled the room. Otacon audibly gasped, as Snake glared at her shockingly. His gun lowered quickly as he marched up to her.
"Don't you ever mention his name." Snake growled, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him. She stared into his angered eyes, her own cold and unthreatened. He gripped her arm tightly, probably leaving a bruise. He released her, pushing her to one of the operating tables. "Defuse the bomb launcher. Now."
Sniper Fox said nothing, which surprised them, as she walked causally over to the tables. She spotted one of the buttons and pressed each of them, then typed the deciding numbers into the bomb. A slight buzz sounded, then a robotic female voice sounded throughout the room.
Defusing Bomb. . . Please wait.
"This is taking too damn long. Can you speed it up?" Snake harshly asked.
She smiled thinly at him, shaking her head. "You must have patience. You can only save something once, but twice is hard, wouldn't you think?"
"I'm getting really sick of you messing with my head."
"Who said I'm messing around? I'm just stating facts."
The two had a quiet staredown in an uncomfortable silence, while Otacon watched the timer, feeling his anxieties rise for some reason. It was either from their bickering or...that something was wrong.
The voice suddenly went staticy, and seemed to be inaudible as it buzzed.
Countdown to defusing..not..r...e..sponding.......*beep* shutting....down.....
"What the HELL?! No, no no!" Snake began to panic, turning away from the sniper to frantically press the buttons. When he saw that they weren't responding, he whipped his head to her. "What did you do?!"
She shrugged. "I did my job."
"Listen you bitch-" Snake ran up to her and grabbed her by her coat collar, slamming her against the wall. "You're going to stop that damn bomb or I'll MAKE you do it!"
Otacon hurried to them, eyes wide and terrified, knowing the bomb wouldn't stop. "S-Snake-!"
"Be quiet, Otacon!" He snapped to his mate, "I know what I'm doing."
"If you knew, then why aren't you stopping it yourself?" She asked him, smugness in her face. Snake growled and grabbed her head, forcing it back as she hit it against the thick wall, making her cry out.
"I don't know any of that tech shit, you need to stop screwing around and STOP it."
"And what'll you do? Kill me like my sister?"
Snake froze. He shook his head without hesitation, eyes wide. "N-No, no I wouldn't, I-"
"You can, and you could. But you don't have it in you to see my blood on your hands." Sniper Fox said in a husky voice. "Just let this happen. You can't save everyone."
"But then what's the point?! That's what I was made to do, I can't just- make you get away with this." Snake released his hold on her and stepped back, clenching his fists.
"Then do what you think is right." She told him, her smirk gone. "Kill me."
Snake flinched. "What?"
"You heard me. Kill me. If you want to save the people who are going to die by the bomb, kill me. I'm responsible for their likely deaths."
Otacon stuttered, looking like a total mess, "B-b-but why?! You want to die so he'll feel that guilt he had for killing your sister? You want to die in vain?"
"No," she turned her head to the scientist, her eyes showing pity. "I just want to be with my sister again. I cant stop this burden I feel inside of me, I know making that bomb was a mistake but I needn't stop it, it's just what I was told to do. For my sake, I could of stopped it myself, but I didn't want to. I now realize my sins and mistake...and that is why I also want you to kill me." She glanced at Snake, who was looking at her with horror/shock on his face. "Do you understand now?"
"I...I-" Snake began, "Yeah, Yeah..I do...I do now. You really want this?"
".....alright." Lifting his gun, he aimed it at her head, clicking the safety off. He felt himself hesitate at seeing the look in her eyes. The relief, and...sadness in them. Knowing she was ready to die. He swallowed. He didn't want to do this again, but he had to do it, for her.
"Goodbye." He whispered. She gave him one final smile, closing her eyes.
B L A M
Blood spilled across the wall behind the woman as she crumpled to the floor. A thick puddle of red slowly emerged around her head. Snake shakily dropped his gun, letting a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding out. He stared down at her lifeless body, feeling his stomach tighten at the memory. That...terrible memory.
Otacon, pale and just as shaken as him, slowly moved to stand beside him, putting a trembling hand on his shoulder. "H-Hey, we have to stop the bomb now. I-I think I can do it." He saw Snake nod, without saying anything. He asked, "you..gonna be alright?"
"...Just defuse the bomb." Snake brushed his comforting hand off and stormed out of the room, holding a hand to his mouth. He looked sick. Otacon wouldn't be surprised if he'd vomit. He felt like doing that himself. He went to the bomb launcher's table and observed the controls, trying to ignore the stench of blood and the body still in the room.
He could hear Snake throwing up outside, and felt himself cringe. Both in worry and nausea. He pressed a few buttons and the robotic voice announced, in a alarm sounding way.
Bomb defusion in countdown...will stop in minus 2 minutes.......
With a relieved sigh, the otaku quickly left the room, joining Snake outside. The soldier had leant against the wall, coughing, a hand pressed to his face. Otacon gently took him into his arms and held him, feeling him shudder, his arms wrapped around his body.
"It's over, Snake." He said calmly. "We did it..."
"Yeah. We did.." Was all Snake could say, his head still pressed in his chest. He heaved a heavy sigh and lifted his head, wiping his face. "Let's- let's get the hell out of here."
"You read my mind." Otacon smiled and followed him down the hallway. They didn't see any more agents coming their way as they made their way to the exit, and left the building in a flash, leaving the bomb launcher to its elimination.
Thick snow padded around their feet as the two men trudged through the snow. Snow fell onto their head and clothes as the air around them bristled, causing them to shiver. Otacon held himself and tugged Snake's coat closer.
"You sure you don't need it?" He asked the mercenary softly. "It's- it's pretty cold."
"I'll be fine. You deserve it more than me." Snake said. He didn't care about the cold at the moment. "The base is up ahead. Come on." He began to quicken his pace, seeing the building at the top of the snowy hill before them.
"...wait." Otacon suddenly shouted, making him stop. Snake turned to see him still rooted to the spot, his face unreadable.
"What?" Snake asked. "It's right there, we're almost-"
"You didn't want to kill her, didn't you?" Otacon's voice wavered, his eyes meeting his own. Snake hesitated, mouth working but no sound coming out. "I saw it in your face. I know you're not always like that.."
"...." Snake thought about what to say, and turned to face him. "Otacon, why're you bringing this up now?"
"Just answer me, Snake, please." He was serious. That was always a scary thing to see in Otacon.
Snake looked at the ground, closing his eyes for a second, before opening them and looking his mate in the eye. "It was her choice. And I let her have it. She's..with her sister now." He turned back around, beginning to walk to the base. "That's all that she ever wanted."
Otacon watched him go, before following him silently. That answer was enough for him. For the both of them.
After seeing the Colonel and telling him they got the job done, he released them to let them have a few days off, regarding their situation and just needing some time for themselves.
Otacon mostly spent his time in the kitchen at his and Snake's apartment, typing up random codes on his computer or just watching anime. Snake didn't come out of his room, except to find something to eat and go to the bathroom. Otacon was worried sick about him...he didn't want to intrude in his personal bubble, but he cared about him, and wanted to be with him.
After a few days of doing the same thing, he finally got tired.
Walking to the soldier's room, he knocked tentatively on the door, asking, "Sn-...Dave, you- you ok?"
A quiet but gruff voice responded back after a pause. "No."
Otacon felt himself tense up at the sound of his voice. He sounded terrible. "Can..I come in?"
"...go ahead, I don't care."
Opening the door, he was met with the smell of..well, body odor. It was foul. A few dirty socks littered the floor, plus some shirts. Otacon grimaced, looking to see Snake sitting at his desk. He wore his usual bandana, and was still in his pyjamas. He hadn't shaved in a week, so he looked grizzly and exhausted.
"Geez, Dave, you ah, don't look so good." Otacon said, chuckling nervously as he walked closer to him.
Snake glared at him with eyes that could burn through a wall. "Oh, wow. Thanks. That makes me feel so much better."
Oh, crap. "O-oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, you just- you..."
"Stop, stop. It's fine." Snake raised a hand to quiet him down, sighing. "What do you want, Hal?"
Otacon bit his lip. "You've just...been distancing yourself for a long time. I'm worried about you. I..want to help you feel like you again."
"..really, huh? Make me feel like myself? And how're you gonna do that?" (Ooo he's asking for it-)
Otacon looked up into his eyes, they had a spark of determination in them. Snake's own widened in surprise. He noticed the scientist shuffle uncomfortably closer.
"I love you, you know that, r-right?"
He told him, a blush appearing on his cheeks. Was this how he was going to get to him?
"Yeah, of course. I..I love you too, Hal. You don't think I do?" Snake chuckled, albeit not so grumpy-like anymore.
Otacon shook his head. "Y-You've been hiding in your room and..never talk to me anymore, since our mission. I'm scared for you." He took a shaky breath. "I..It just seems like you hate me...s-sometimes, Dave. I feel like-" his voice suddenly broke, and he fell to his knees, bringing his hands to his face. "I-I feel like you don't love me anymore! Because I can't help you!" He sobbed, "I-I-I'm so useless..!"
Snake immediatetly rushed to his side, placing his hands on his shoulders (very gently) and held him close. "Hal, don't say that...I'll always love you." He felt the man return his hold and relaxed. "You do help me..in your nerdy-lovey way, and I appreciate that. You're so sweet to me, so don't ever, ever say that you're useless. Because you aren't."
Otacon slowly lifted his head, tears streaming from his eyes. Snake removed his glasses and wiped them away with his hand, caressing his cheek, smiling. Otacon sniffled. "Y-You..really mean that?"
"...t-thank you." He hugged him again, burying his face in his chest. Snake kissed the top of his head, rubbing his back.
"No problem. I'm sorry I was such an ass to you before."
"It's okay. I'm-I'm sorry I was being so..babyish."
Snake grinned, shaking his head. "That's just you being you, Hal. Can't change that."
They held each other, until what felt like forever, feeling warmth in their embrace. Otacon wiped his face and eyes, feeling relieved letting his emotions out.
"Ok...your turn." He said, shifting to look at him.
Snake raised a brow. "Uh, what?"
"Your turn." Otacon repeated. "To um, tell me how you're feeling."
"Oh. Well..uh..." Snake scratched his neck, nervousness plain on his face. "Since it has been a few days, I..haven't been doing so good."
"W-What's the matter? Is it what happened back at the base?" Otacon didn't really like bringing it up, especially now. It must be a sore spot, for the both of them at this point. "When you..shot her?"
"Yeah..." He said softly, closing his eyes. "It just made me think back to that day, you know?" Snake rubbed a hand over his face. Otacon could see that he was struggling to contain himself. "Everytime I go to sleep, I- I see her body in front of me." his voice shook. "Dead. I know she wanted me to kill her but I- I just.." he started to shake, a few tears escaping his eyes, "...w-why did I have to go through it again, Hal?"
"Oh, Dave..." taking him into his arms (this time), Otacon allowed him to cry, releasing his pent up emotions. He'd really torn himself up, never allowing himself to show these types of feelings. He didn't like to be seen weak. He was only human though...with Otacon, he could finally realize that.
"I'm sorry you had to do it again." The scientist murmured quietly into his ear. "You're very strong..believe me, if I had been in your place I would've not handled it well. You're still living..you're still breathing, that means that you faced it like a true hero." He lifted Snake's head and placed his hands on his cheeks. "And I think you're the bravest man I've ever known. I love you for that. And for you being you..."
"Hal..." Snake grabbed him into another hug. He squeezed him, saying, "thank you so much.."
Otacon hugged him back, kissing his cheek. "You're welcome." He moved his lips to his mouth and pressed them lightly, causing the other man to stiffen a little at the unexpected contact. They both kissed each other, lightly. Snake then kissed his neck. Otacon made a surprised sound, giggiling.
"T-That tickles!" He laughed, as Snake moved away from him. He had a coy look on his face, which manifested into a playful smirk.
"You're tickilish, huh?" He asked. Otacon's eyes widened in horror, his face a light shade of pink. "So your neck's your weak spot, eh.." he placed a hand on his neck to where he kissed it, seeing Otacon giggle again.
"Don't you dare do it." The scientist was half serious. If Snake tickled him, he'd piss his pants. And that would be embarrassing. (IT WOULD) "I swear to god, Dave, if you tickle me I'll make you watch every single one of my anime DVD's!"
"Woah woah, alright! I'm not going to tickle you now that you told me that." Snake cried, lifting his hands in defense. "but...you better watch out."
"F-For what?" Otacon asked, still blushing. Oh god. He had that look on his face again.
"Because when you're all nice and tucked in bed...."
"My huskies will be the one to tickle you!" Snake took out a photograph from his shirt pocket, showing a picture of a bunch of little baby huskies in the snow. "They're all at the dog pound in Alaska, but once I pick them up, which'll be in a couple weeks, they'll be all over you." He grinned. "there's no escape from the huskies, Hal."
Otacon smiled, shaking his head. "I almost forgot you were a dog musher. Well, I can't wait to meet all your little dogs. They look very special."
"Yeah well, not as special as you." Picking up the scientist's hand, he held it in his own, looking lovingly into his eyes.
"Heheh. Being all 'mush'y now, are you?"