Project Overnight
Disclaimer: I don't own Metal Gear Solid or the franchise. Kojima Hideo does and he's awesome sauce!
My take on what I've seen of the MGS universe starting with how Solid Snake and his siblings were formed through a side project besides Les Terribles Infantes. Enjoy!
He stood 5 feet away from the rugged man. He sported a dark bandana and showed a smile that he had no fear, even if a high chance a magnum bullet would enter his cranium in seconds.
He was Jack. Well used to be, but now he's Big Boss. The most hated man the world has ever known.
"Go ahead. I don't care if you shoot, because I know you don't have the courage. Big Boss hissed.
The soldier, with all his camo and fatigues he's worn were all covered in his shallow body, but it couldn't hide his nervous face. "Don't come any closer!" Then he readied his FAMAS onwards the man.
Big Boss stepped slowly, inch by inch as if he was like a tiger heading closer to its wounded prey.
He grew upset. His teeth clenched as it closed the gap on his rugged face.
"Shoot..." He complained. But the masked soldier didn't obliged.
He hesitated even though he still pointed the rifle towards Big Boss.
The soldier panicked, and he panicked enough he couldn't reached for his radio which was gibberish from the interference of the battle raging ahead.
Big Boss inched towards closer. Then he grabbed the soldier with both hands and gave a sharp blow to his arm with an elbow to his forearm, breaking the soldier's hold on the rifle and he lay down proned in unimaginable agony. He screamed until the birds flew all off the trees.
But the rugged man didn't care. He grabbed the soldier's rifle and fixed it at his forehead.
"This is the result when you don't shoot. I have that chance, and you don't. The dead don't have a chance..." Big Boss said as if he was delivering a death sentence to the guilty.
"No...no...please...NOOOOO!" The soldier screamed as his arm bleed.
And in one final rush, Big Boss pulled the trigger and a sound the shot raged like lightning had echoed across the skies. There was no more, not even the yawn of a tiger filled in. The soldier now lay lifeless and he was kicked over to the smoked pile of charred flesh in the holes of death
Big Boss smiled and slinged the rifle across his shoulder, and went off into the late afternoon of smoke and debris to confer with his fellow Outer Haven troops that U.S. forces were routed in the Brazilian outskirts of Casa de Santo.
He smiled once more, like a demon who knew pain like a friend. Big Boss now was like a feared ghost.
This is a tale of how a madman became the world's hated, and then a savior to all