★ Шалашаска ★

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     ❝ Lock the door loser I’m fucking you tonight. ❞

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★— SCATTERED LAB EQUIPMENT around the bunker —- idle items catching what little source of light there was – gleams bouncing off the silver scalpel, rays causing the tip of the syringes seem far more DEADLY than their contents. This wasn’t just any room —- But he didn’t have time to dwell, not when the Captain’s ears were caught by the sound of footsteps nearby, head snapping toward the tapping until he caught the visage of the man. 

      ❛    I assume this place is yours, huh?   ❜

He was informed that a visitor arrived at Mother Base; a soldier, apparently, and his first guess was that he was an acquaintance of either Miller’s or John’s. An American, from what he gathered. What he didn’t expect was him finding his way into Room 101; soldiers avoided it for a reason, and after Huey was moved, it just begged for someone else to take his place.

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     BIG BOSS DOESN’T even need to turn to know who it is, the way the footsteps fall is a dead give away- even if the spurs weren’t there. A shocking twist, perhaps someone broke them off? ❝ Just get straight to the point, ❞ he’s in no mood today for games: he’s tired and in an irritable mood. For Ocelot’s sake, this better be good news.

Headcanon 70′s Ocelot via here