Starter | Muse: Eli | v: wild thing
The jungle was warm, but he had become so used to it at this point. The group he had fashioned himself with were all loyal to him. Not some cause. Not some blind following. No. He showed them that through living, and through finding yourself, that you can accomplish anything. Of course there had been many hiccups along the way, those that remained with him were loyal to the end.
Yet, what all their enemies still sought out from them, the Metal Gear Sahelanthropus, he would never allow them to have. This was to be the tool in which he used for his own means, and there was only one other person who knew of the real intentions he had for it. This was who he hung around the most with, and after every day of scouting the island, making sure none knew of their whereabouts, and of their new base. He would retreat to his quarters, and have some nightly chats with the other.
“... Mantis...? Are you there?”
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