My first MGS Story, This is the Prologue so yea! :D
Five years after the Big Shell incident. The world economy relies on continuous war, fought by PMCs, which outnumber government military forces. PMC soldiers are outfitted with nanomachines to enhance their abilities and control the stress on the battlefield. The control network created through these nanomachines is called Sons of the Patriots (SOP)
A Half-American, Half Japanese Female with long Black hair tied into a ponytail walked into a small, middle-eastern gun shop. Complete with its built in Gun range. The woman walked up to the owner who seemed to be in his late fifties. He seemed bored and looked at the woman oddly. "We dont get a lot of women around here. He looked up and down at the woman. Staring at her perfect Curves, her cute face, her strong yet sexy legs. Her hourglass figure was amazing. She coughed, which made the man stare up, she looked at least in her mid twenties.
"Ah sorry, i never seen a woman in military gear" He smiled at her.
The woman nodded. She was wearing a tight brown shirt with some camel tan pants. "I heard you have some guns that don't require nanomachines right?"
The old man laughed. "Do i? I'm probably the only one in this god forsaken country that has em" He pointed behind him, a slew of weapons hung on the wall. He watched as the woman smiled and pointed at one. "M4 Carbine"
The man once again looked at the woman awkwardly. "Nice choice, good range, reliable, durable, Accurate and power-"
"I know, i would like to try it out" She gave a wide smile while tilting her head towards the left. The old man mumbled something before motioning his hand towards her, as if he was asking for something.
"Identification, I ain't see u ever in my life" He said. The woman sighed. Giving her a military I.D before grabbing the gun and some fresh clips.
The man struggled to read the I.D. He cursed his failing eyesight. straining his eyes to read the identification. However, once he did his eyes widened.
"Yumi Izumi? Iranian Military?" It didn't make sense to him. "American born? Is this a jo-"
He was cut off by two shots that just barely missed him. The woman had the gun trained to the gunkeeper. "No joke, next time i wont miss" He looked at her blue eyes, there was no joke. She was the real deal.