@otacontinue
Kaz never really liked ruins, much. There’s something deeply uncanny about the concept, like being surrounded by corpses, only these are woven of cement and steel and there’s no stink, no rot; just the silent wilting of abandoned buildings. Stuck in a city made of the past - nothing could be worse to him.
Being kidnapped and taken to an island in the middle of the ocean is - well. He’d laugh; it’s not a concept he’s a stranger to, considering that’s exactly what he had Snake do with the fulton balloons. Only the timing couldn’t be any more infuriating, and every part of him needs to go back now, to return to his Mother Base, to be MSF’s XO, not dillydally -
huh?
There, walking towards the apartments - a head of bushy hair, the shine of spectacles, and a skinny stick-bug frame... it can’t be, right? It wouldn’t make sense, but...
Without thinking, Kaz places a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Emmerich? Is that you?”