Welcome, one and all, to Metal Gear Solid 3: Post-Script! Just earlier today, I completed Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater for the first time, and I absolutely loved it. As a manner of dealing with all the feels I have for that masterpiece, I've elected to write a story about its characters.
Do be aware that this is probably going to end up becoming a showcase of my unhealthy fondness for Ocelot. He's a beautiful little Bolshevik.
Well, readers, with that out of the way, let's get to the story!
DISCLAIMER- Metal Gear is owned by Hideo Kojima and (sadly) Konami. If I were in charge of it, Metal Gear Ocelot would've become a reality.
Snake, listen to me…
President Johnson smiled, "You are above even The Boss."
She didn't betray the United States…
"I hereby award you the title of Big Boss."
John stood as still as a statue, still saluting, as LBJ pinned the medal to his uniform. The President, the CIA Director, FOX, everyone in the room looked at him as though a victor in some great struggle. The medal shone, reflecting the light of the large window behind the President. The sun's light cast Johnson's shadow over Snake as he held out his hand.
He was congratulating Snake on a job well done. On a righteous, patriotic mission to kill a dishonorable traitor to the United States of America, the beacon of freedom, the shining city on a hill.
Snake continued to salute. The only thing Johnson was congratulating was an exercise of his ability to manipulate the loyalty of two soldiers who so loved their country. He was congratulating what had, in post, become the most vile and repulsive act committed by a supposedly righteous nation, an act that Snake was integral in.
Johnson's perfect press smile faltered just slightly as he motioned his outstretched hand just slightly. Snake could see through the peripheral vision of his remaining eye the confused looks of the CIA top brass.
Snake wondered if they knew the truth. Did they know? Were they Philosophers? Did they know anything about this mission besides the apparent events?
Was the truth really, as EVA said, just to endure in his heart?
Snake was lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Sorrow, fury, and above all, an all-encompassing pain. He had been used, his loyalty had been manipulated and malformed, his heartfelt patriotism had been exploited.
The Boss turned to Volgin, "He has not yet found an emotion to carry into battle."
Snake felt a surge, a lightning-quick jolt (enough to remind him of Volgin, the bastard), of bitterness, I've found many emotions now, Boss.
Johnson was still holding out his hand. Had this little epiphany only taken seconds? A second? The End had taught Snake the meaning of time, but it seemed that he could still get lost.
Snake was surprised that no one else could recognize the flurry of emotion wreaking havoc in his once-weaponized mind.
And that's when he saw it. He was looking outside the window behind Johnson, trying to imagine the innumerable times he had tried to look into that very same window from outside, in his early days as a CIA agent. He would always get playfully chastised for even the slightest hint of snooping by… her.
But someone was looking in the window now, looking right at Snake.
Somehow, through some sort of excursion that probably required the same level of planning and expertise needed in Operation Snake Eater, Major Ocelot was outside. A GRU agent was outside the CIA's main office at Langley, and no one else seemed to notice.
The two soldiers locked eyes for a split second. Snake made sure not to turn his head, to give away the just-barely-man outside. Call it a return of the favor Ocelot had given in the WIG. Both times, a soldier spared the other a bullet.
As Johnson made another motion, Ocelot smirked. His hands, still wrapped in those red gloves, rose as he twisted his body. His fingers moved into a familiar form, the form they had taken when he left Volgin to die.
Ocelot, in his own peculiar way, was giving Snake his regards. He was congratulating him on a job well done, just like Johnson. What a naïve boy…
Then a badge on Ocelot's chest caught the light, a badge that definitely hadn't been there in Tselinoyarsk. A little red star over a tiny silver sword.
…Ocelot was KGB?
The blonde Soviet's mouth was still twisted into a smile, but his eyes were deadly serious. It was as though he was trying to beam a message into Snake's head.
I know, John
Snake's eye widened just slightly. Ocelot's voice…
The Boss told you, didn't she? I myself didn't know until yesterday. My bitch of a mother didn't have the decency to tell me why I kept on seeing a ghost while Volgin tried to kill you. It tipped me off that it was time to run, actually. Thanks, Dad.
Ocelot's voice wasn't speaking in real time, but all the information was being put into Snake's head. Ocelot was the child? The Boss and The Sorrow made him?
Yes, John. I suppose that makes me… Adamska Grustovich? Son of Sorrow? Whatever my name is, you know it.
And like I said, I know. I know, John.
Her deeds… I'm carrying it as well.
And with that, Ocelot's voice died. The little Bolshevik was still saluting in his odd way when President Johnson grabbed Snake's hand and shook I forcefully. He turned his prized soldier around, allowing everyone to get a good look at Big Boss.
Like I said, 'til we meet again, John. Oh, by the way…
Johnson finally released Snake, and the Soldier of Many Emotions walked forward, ignoring the CIA Director's hand.
You're pretty good, too.
Snake continued forward as Ocelot's voice left his head with a laugh. He had left Snake with the same emotions swirling around, but there was another amongst them.
The knowledge that someone else recognized that the Boss was a hero, someone else besides he and EVA, left Snake an odd sort of joy.
I guess that deserves an explanation... With Ocelot being The Sorrow's son, and The Sorrow having psychic-esque powers, it makes sense to me that there might be some form of telepathy possible with any and all potntially inhereted abilities.
Constructive criticism is encouraged! In fact, I require it!
Chapter 2 will be out ASAP.