Prompt: Something between Snake and Otacon being cute and romantic or whatever– As requested by a friend who has never heard of MGS4 and only wanted me to write fanfiction again – fair call!
Beta: Don't have one, my fault if there's stupid grammatical and spelling errors.
Disclaimer: I don't own Snake and Otacon and Sunny. They're from Kojima.
A/N:
+ FIRST FIC WRITTEN IN A LONG TIME. SO SORRY GUYZ. UNIVERSITY GONE TO THE BRAIN
+ Also, lack of writing was due to a recent medical diagnosis which sucked. I'm okay.
+ Snake is out of character a little.
+ This may or may not suck. You have been warned.
Darkness.
His other senses came into play.
He was lying on something hard, like a tough sort of metal – obviously, he managed to get out of what was a rocky, dusty place.
The air also smelt rather clean but also a faint stench of used hay and overcooked eggs – he swore he could smell un-burnt cigarettes.
And finally, he could hear quiet tapping in one corner of the room and soft snuffling on the other.
If he concentrated hard enough he could hear birds fluffing their feathers making soft clucking sounds.
He groaned and tried to stretch, the approaching sound of footstep.
He opened his eyes and was greeted with dull surroundings and quickly registered where he was.
"So you made it back to us huh?"
He glanced to his left. A man was taking a seat next to him, pushing up his glasses as they both gave each other a look.
"With your help." The man's gravelly voice was soft as he looked at his friend, his partner in crime, his colleague and confidante. His gaze moved over to the little girl who has fallen asleep in front of her workstation – the monitors playing their screensaver of some pixelated figure.
"We really need to get her a proper bed or something." He glared at Otacon.
"Someday." The scientist shrugged.
"No, not someday. Soon…when all of this is over."
"Just like how you're going to give up smoking?"
Snake looked at him, his muscles aching, he sat up and patted his pockets looking for something.
His hands groped around the many pockets in his octocamo until he found the small cylindrical container – he flipped open the lid and shook a half smoked cigarette and popped it in his mouth.
His friend stared in disbelief.
"Never." His voice grumbled.
"Snake…I don't think that's a good idea."
Snake walked over to the large monitor beside Otacon's workstation and looked at the map.
His feet making small metallic clicks against the metal flooring.
"Well, we're all gonna die at some point, what's one smoke gonna do?" He turned around, his feet making more clicks against the metal as he walks towards the steep stairs and into their makeshift kitchen – the one place where he can smoke without bugging the rest of the crew.
Oblivious, he did not notice the young girl stirring from her sleep, waking up from the all the metal clicks. She sat silently, waiting.
"It's not like I have anything to lose at the moment now?" He shrugged and grunted as he made his way up the metal stairs, his joints weren't what they used to be.
The girl sat up in her chair and jumped off her seat. She stared at her guardian, who shook his head in disapproval – he himself going back to his workstation.
She heard the Kitchen fan turn on and frustration overwhelm her. Right in front of her, right beside the stairs was a no smoking sign. Climbing up the steep stairs, as fast as her small legs could take her she stormed to Snake, her hands on her hips;
"S…SNAKE, THIS IS A NO SMOKING FLIGHT!"
Snake stared down at Sunny – her expression of frustration reminded him of Olga, her mother, on their first encounter. Snake sighed and tapped out his cigarette on the ashtray – how could a girl that young have the authority to make him put out his cigarette?
He swore he could feel his psyche levels gone down a little.