#thatrussiancowboy

[punishedv-blog]

"its way past your bedtime"

Snake idly looked at the watch he wore on his prosthetic hand.“I haven’t noticed.” He said. Long missions and usage of phantom cigars did that to him...

[feathercorp]

"Do you have any fantasies? Maybe that could turn you on."

“My fantasies... Oh, I’m not sure whether I should speak of them in public.”

[saveyourserpent]

♣

♣ wiping away tears

The last person Liquid expected to see crying was Ocelot. Hell, he had to do a double take to make sure that’s what it was he was doing. “Ocelot?” Getting no response, Liquid ripped a strip off of a roll of paper towels and dabbed it under the old man’s eyes. These were the sorts of things leaders did, after all. He couldn’t imagine what it was he was crying about, but it had to be something major. “It’s alright. You’re alright.”

[feathercorp]

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And that was nothing but a move made out of pure desperation.

They struck the Support platform and took it hostage. All soldiers were the same black armors, face covered by black helmets with built in visors. The commanded was the only one who looked diffirently though. Aside from helmed, he also wore a hood.

“I will repeat my conditions now.” He said, voice distorted not only by helmet by also by radio, barely sounding human. “We won’t hurt anyone as long as we will get the cure.”

The parasite spread not only on the Mother Base. The Russian strain hit MAD too. And they were dying like flies.

[warhounded-blog]

- @thatrussiancowboy

There was purpose in his stride today, and it was terrifying. His body may bear the savage scars of war, but despite being physically half the man he was before, he walked briskly, unhampered by pain. Kaz was the portrait of aggression, and the saluting Diamond Dogs were wise to grant him wide berth, not a soul daring to impede on his warpath. He knew who he wanted, and that man was Ocelot and Ocelot alone.

“He caught them,” was his welcome, low and dark. “Boss-- He found them patrolling near Da Ghwandai Khar.” Kaz looked tense, and it was clear with the tension in his voice who he was speaking of. “...You’ve always taken pride in your work,” he continued carefully. “What if I told you that I wanted to see the full extent of your ‘talents’?” They had his captors. “I’ve heard enough about them. I want you to show me.”

[ciircumserpent]

( @thatrussiancowboy ):

Adam frowned, very annoyed. “He just got himself consumed by all he had created. He wasn’t a bad man, he took the Boss’ will to her best, I’m sorry if you can’t understand that, David”

       “Anybody who forces people to work for him then imprisons them and uses children to pad out his army is a bad man in my book. Maybe we’re thinking of two different people.” He quirked a brow sarcastically, eyes cold.

[ciircumserpent]

( @thatrussiancowboy ):

Adam purred in delight. “Good, you are clever, David.” He crossed his legs, facing the other with a smirk. “Now.. Would you like me to tell you how I know who finished Miller off? Like I said before, that wasn’t your brother. He was way too far back then.”

       Snake jerked against the table. For the first time during that session, Ocelot had gotten a rise out of him; his eyes blazed, and he bared his teeth, lunging forwards only to be stropped by the restraints. Master Miller had been his only companion for the past six years. Though they hadn’t spoken often, the fact that his former mentor had been in Alaska with him had been a comfort. They had been together in Zanzibar, or as together as they could be with Miller speaking encouragement over the radio and Snake looking to him for support when things got difficult, and his death had shocked and sickened the former FOXHOUNDer. “Fuck you.”

[enduredxdefiance]

Let me just summarize how this whole 'War calling Eli, Mamba' thing would go...

War: "Hey, Mamba! You wanna-"

Ocelot: "What did you say?"

War: "..."

War: "Hey?"

Firefly: "He's talking about Mamba. You're not supposed to be referring to Eli as Mamba, War."

Ocelot: "Firefly!"

War: "Why the fuck can't I call him Mamba?"

Ocelot: "War!"

Quiet: "Hmphm."

Ocelot: "Quiet!"

War: "What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. Mamba Mamba Mamba."

Ocelot: "How would you like to go to room 101?"

War: "How would you like to kiss my ass?"

*Collective gasp*

Ocelot: "WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"

War: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What I meant to say was...HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO KISS MY ASS OCELOT?"

Eli: "Holly shit dude..."