Oct 28, 2015
( @ghostlycur ):
“Can’t recognise your own mentor?”
Venom hefted up the rifle and fired a burst of bullets, intending to miss. He pulled down the scarf that covered his weathered face, his humourless smile. “You have eyes. I taught you how to use them, didn’t I?”
Though the bullets went wide on their own, Snake slid to the side, giving himself ample room to ensure that a stray didn’t make contact. He was caked in mud, in blood, in shit from the sewer; his face was white as chalk and his eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion; he was out of energy, and he was out of patience.
“I don’t have time for this. Whoever you are, stop impersonating him, and get out of my way!”
