Chapter 1: Getting Rid of the Uniform
One Blow to the back of the head was all it took for Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov to go down. Now he lay on the floor of a small bathroom in the Groznyj Grad headquarters unconscious. Naked Snake, later known as 'Big Boss', was in the middle of stealing his clothes when the young man woke up. Raikov stirred quietly for a moment, then felt himself being de-clothed by someone. He immediately jolted awake, giving a strange look to the kidnapper. His eyes widened, and he began to panic.
"Who…. Who are you?!" He hollered, barely getting any words out. He began to put the pieces together, and this is what he came up with. He was using the bathroom, finished, and then was thrown on the floor and now he was in trouble… "Rape…!" He screamed, trying to push away. Snake held him there still, and clamped a hand over the Russian's mouth.
"Not on your life…" Snake said coldly, "If you shut up, I'll spare it." He rolled the unwilling Raikov over and pulled off his shirt. Snake didn't really want to spare the guy, but if he kept his mouth shut, he would be allowed to live.
"You're that intruder," Raikov said as the epiphany washed over him. "You're kind of cute for an American…" His Russian accent became more evident as he dragged out the label 'American'. Snake grabbed Raikov's hair and pulled his head up. He got his face close and stared at his victim, their blue eyes meeting fiercely. Snake's left knee was plunged into Raikov's back, causing a considerable amount of pain. Raikov let out a small groan as he thought to himself, 'At least he's being more gentle than colonel Volgin on a good day…'
"Listen to me when I say shut it." Snake was finding it to be just easier to slit Raikov's throat, but he would have to deal with blood on the uniform. Plus, he was feeling compassionate today, but only a little. He let Raikov's blonde hair go, and flipped him back over. He had just reached for the major's belt, when he felt him staring.
"Look away," Snake said roughly. Raikov didn't have a choice because his uniform jacket was then flung over his head. The olive coat was heavy and Raikov was having trouble breathing. Snake, he assumed, was just finishing with the zipper.
"It… it's kind of hard to breathe under this jacket," Raikov spoke, gasping for air. Snake threw the jacket off of him, angry and annoyed.
"Don't you ever shut it?!" He put both hands on either side of Raikov's hips, then pulled down the major's pants. The boots and jacket were in the corner with the gloves, hat, and necktie. The pants soon joined them. Raikov was left with only a pair of black thongs with a lightning bolt on the side. The black material contrasted heavily with his pale skin and hair. There were small, randomly located bruises all over Raikov's semi-naked body, and Snake looked away ashamed. He even felt guilty for being so abusive because it was clear that he was never handled gently. He walked away from Raikov, and began to prep the clothes for his own use. He'd smashed the radio already, and the bathroom door was locked. The major backed up into the wall, bringing his knees to his chest in the upright fetal position. He put his head down, and Snake turned on him.
"You're not a Major. Stand up and be a man."