"Capture the prisoner who is being held hostage at an enemy base and bring him back."
It was the same mission he had to do... again. Venom Snake was a man who never really minded recruiting soldiers, but he disliked saving them a bunch of times, especially if the recruit has no skill whatsoever. Ever since he first met Skull face Kaz was driven to have more staff at Mother Base, fearing of what would happen last time if the base was attacked again. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for the man. Afterall, Kaz had been through a lot for the past three weeks. The fear from the Skull Unit made him lack sleep, fearing that he would wake up tied to the shack again, waiting for Big Boss to save him still.
As the chopper reached close enough to the ground, Snake was able to leap off, motioning Quiet to follow. Their mission was in Afghanistan, a small village overtaken by the enemy, probably Cipher. Snake looked to his left, only to find that his partner had left his side and proceeded onward on top of a hill, being able to scope out the area. Venom looked through his binoculars and tagged each target. Seven tangos to far, not counting the two at the guard posts. After signaling Quiet to get ready, he silently crept through the dry grass, concealed by the dark shadows of the night. He had Quiet take out any guard in his way by using a suppressed sniper rifle. He was thankful to have such a talented shooter on his side, for he knows how difficult it was to have a one on one sniper battle.
As he reached another building, he heard muffled cried coming from inside. Oddly, no guards were posted, not even an enemy chopper. In fact, the place looked deserted. All he heard was the dust blowing in the wind and the muffled plea. Any man with common sense would assume this was an ambush or a trap, but Big Boss laughed at danger. So many times he had nearly encountered death that when the time finally came he would be able to greet it like an old friend.
Now why did he have to save this hostage again? He scanned the man with his binoculars from a safe distance- only to find that his stats were all unknown. Maybe it was a sign of danger, or the man had just arrived and none of his records were set in yet. Either way, his suspicion grew, cautiously stepping through the abandoned gates and beside the first building, gripping his rifle in case of a surprise attack. He pushed the metal door slightly, emitting an eerie creak, causing the tied hostage to jump.
Big Boss quickly scanned the area before procedure with the rescue mission- all clear. The man was on the table with his head covered by a brown sack and his hands and feet were tied, leaving the surround skin to turn purple. The target wore rags, so this man must be a poor civilian. Hearing the desperate gasps for air, Snake hesitantly reached for the sack, only to be stopped by Ocelot.
"Boss, it's better if you keep it on. Who knows what lies underneath the mask... Take him back to Mother Base so we can take care of him"
He shrugged to himself and left the sack on. With one casual swoop, he lifted the man-who was surprisingly light- and carried him outside where he was able to Fulton him. He arrived at an open area and set the man down with a huff. This man's groaning and heavy breathing started to annoy him, and he barely carried him twenty feet away from the building! Eager to complete the mission, Venom buckled the man to the Fulton device before sending him off. As soon as the device left ed off the ground, the hostage panicked and started to squirm, sending him flying into the air with a feminine scream.
I really hope the ride doesn't kill him, he chuckled to himself, taking out a cigar. As he began to flick the lighter, Ocelot's voice appeared again.
"Boss, you may want to see this... This prisoner you rescued... well- let's just say you might recognize him." The cowboy-russian's tone did not seem pleased. "Get back to Mother Base ASAP."
Uh oh, what happened... Why was this man so important to him? Everyone he knew who wasn't in his nation was either an enemy or dead. There wasn't anyone else he could think of... His worst fear was that it was either EVA, but the hostage looked masculine- well, a little masculine. Also, EVA never really screamed, and she loved danger as much as he did.
Maybe it was a younger version of Ocelot. And god, that would have been worse than Eli. He admired Ocelot's loyalty, but to have two of them... It was equivalent to starting a fanbase. Venom ordered a chopper in his direction, taking in a couple more puffs before he threw the cigar in the sand.
"This is Pequod! I have arrived at the LZ! Will stand by!" It wasn't long before his ride was here. The propeller blew against the sand as the chopper began to lower itself in order for Venom to climb aboard. Before they left, he signaled quiet to leave her position and get in the chopper. Feeling exhausted, he slouched in his seat while setting his gun off to the side. It was time to see who this familiar person was...
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Ocelot wanted to shoot himself in the face.
How was this man still alive? How did he get here of all places? Kaz had him tightly restrained to the chair in the interrogation room, suggesting to shock him every time he didn't comply. But Ocelot shook his head, stating that the electricity would arouse him rather than making him feel miserable. He pulled off the sack, wanting to look the man in the eyes, some part of him hoping that it's someone else who looks similar to this pathetic soul. As soon as the cloth was pulled off of the man's face, he gasped loudly before looking anxiously around- then, stopping to realize Ocelot in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?" He squinted his eyes. He was still as bold as he remembered. He ignored the question and pulled up a chair in front of him before sitting down with his legs crossed, getting comfortable. Knowing the man's attitude, it was going to be a long day. Kaz pulled out a chair as well, but sat farther behind.
"What I want to know is why you're here," Ocelot continued casually, as if it were a normal conversation.
But, of course, this man did not like the way he was being treated. "Last time I checked, I was being carried and flown over here. But that's what I remember, I don't know the exact details." He raised a sarcastic brow. Kaz gritted his teeth before taking a few breaths. This man was really scared, he told himself. Some people speak boldly to tell themselves they are equal with the other individual.
Luckily, Ocelot loved to play games as well. "Really? Well, if you seem to have trouble with remembering things, I'm sure our medics can make a medicine that erases all of your memory for good. You wouldn't want that... would you?" He gave a fake sympathetic frown. The other man's face turned pale, matching his light blonde hair. He grunted before shaking his head slightly, furrowing his brows while glaring at the floor to avoid eye contact. Kaz gave a nod of approval, admiring Ocelot's swift way of shutting up the hostage.
"Now, let's try that again," he spoke. " . .Here."
The man scoffed before lifting his head. "None of your business, cowboy."
Ocelot hissed inside, but kept his cool composer. He clenched his fists in order to keep all the anger in one place. It would do no good if he beat this man. But he knew that he was a coward who feared death. Pulling out his revolver, he aimed it forward with a click.
"I wouldn't test my patience, barbie doll. Don't think I wouldn't pull the trigger, because I will." He was never the type of person to threaten someone else unless that other person was also armed. He saw the fire in the man's eyes extinguish quickly. His heart was beating so hard he could have sworn the room was vibrating to the pulse. Ocelot smirked, enjoying seeing this man panic. He was amazed the poor soul hadn't begged for mercy yet. He was always a beggar, and got whatever he wanted. It was disgusting. The man had always acted like a child in the day, and a whore at night. It bothered him to even think about how this man even survived. What did he have to do in exchange for a few more seconds of life? Maybe if he pulled the trigger it would put this monster out of its misery, and it would certainly relieve everyone else from trouble.
"Ocelot, what are doing to the poor man," A voice came from behind, gruff and stern. He wasn't even asking a question. It sounded as if he was being caught like a cat who scratched the curtains again. It sounded as if he took pity on the man rather than wanting to know the truth. The hostage's eyes widened.
"You're Ocelot?! That whiney brat who had a crush on the American? Sukin syn! Don't tell me this man with the rock in his head is the American dog!" At this point he was laughing- not because it was funny, but because he knew he was fucked.
"And this is?" Kaz interjected, feeling like a ghost in the room. Ocelot sighed and stood up, then set the gun on the table before jazzing his hands.
"Boss, you should be familiar with this man. He was the one you stole the uniform from back in Operation Snake Eater."
Venom Snake's dead expression showed no trace of reminiscence, which shouldn't be surprising. Kaz looked as if a cheap magic show was being performed.
"So, who is he?"
After the laughing has stopped, Ocelot turned his head backward towards the man then back to Big Boss. "Boss... meet Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov."
"That's Major Raikov to you," the man interjected sharply.
Ocelot ignored him. "I assumed he had heard the word about our nation and wanted to join. But I just don't see Raikov as a man to cooperate with."
Big Boss glanced at the russian, who stared at him back. "Put him in a cell. No food or water for three days until he chooses to talk." He whispered to Ocelot, who smiled in relief.
"Right away, Boss." He was happy to see this man get what he deserves. He realized that lack of nutrition was Raikov's major weakness, most likely a precise reason why Venom Snake chose it as torture.
Before the Boss exited the room, he turned to Kaz. "Make sure this man doesn't get hurt. He's a masochist, he gets off on that type of stuff." The man in the sunglasses wrinkled his face in disgust before lifting himself up on his crutch and leaving the room as well.
"You do realize that we're going to have to kill Raikov sooner or later, right?" Ocelot said, both men staring off into the sunset.
"Don't end up like Kaz. Raikov might be useful. Plus, I doubt he'd do any harm. With a little training, even a little dirt can form into a diamond."
"I hope so... Cause if he screws up, allow me to pull the trigger this time, Boss."