The dark mysterious figure gazed down on the massacre occurring below. Out of sight the shadow moved around above the violence, looking down at the slaughtering, not thinking of the lives lost, or the families the soldiers were leaving behind. The mission. That was all that was on the shadows mind. Knowing the mission objective and ultimately completing that objective was all that the shadow needed as motivation. A goal. A target to achieve. The mission was all that mattered. The shadows hawk-like gaze surveyed the surroundings, completely aware of everything going on. The two soldiers below were out of bullets for the AK47u's currently in their possession. They scrambled for their sidearms as a means of defence. Keep one hand always on your weapon. Awareness is everything on the battlefield, and this certainly was one. No. Not a battle field. A graveyard. The uneven ground was littered with bodys, soldiers trampling over them as if they were carpet. Meaningless. Just a tool, and once the battery runs out, it's useless. Disgarded. Forgotten. Insignificant.Like carpet.If you die you have failed your mission.And the shadow knew what failing fel like. What death felt like...
The independent shadow stopped. Even through the dark outline, in the the shifting of stance, the shadow showed fear. An intense fear. Fear, and awareness. Not that it was much consolation. The shadow was aware of an imminent danger, a life threatening event that was about to occur. The figure could sense the presence of someonethought dead.Orwished dead rather. The shadow grabbed his own hand and jumped off the rooftops into the massacre below. To safety. The shadow knew it was safer down in the battlefield. In the thick of war, where the shadow knew how to act. Where the shadow was in control. Although the shadow wasn't in control. The shadow, LiquidOcelot, stopped in the massacre. The eye of the storm. Stillness. Another shadow came from behind, attacking with a USP and knife in hand. A CQC attack. Although Ocelot was no longer in control, LiquidOcelot still had awareness. He countered the attack, but the attacker had prepared for this and pushed away the attempted counter. They faced. It had been a while, both had grown older, but they still recognised each other.
'Brother' LiquidOcelot addressed his genetic inferior Solid Snake.
'Liquid!' Snake's hatred was clear in his tone.
'You've chased me through cities, countries, continents, and you've just caught up! Brother. You've gotten old.' Snake hated this. Liquids voice. Repulsion exhumed him.'But I feel it too.' Liquid continued,'This dusty old shell will soon be out of order.' Liquid looked down at Ocelots body in disgust. Snake could sense fear, he could practically smell it. Awareness.'It's ironic. In the battlefield. Where the final battle should be.' LiquidOcelot lunged but Snake was ready. Both aware, both wiser, both older. Lost in the massacre the brothers fought…
