A/N: So this may seem to be just a filler, but bear with me. Thanks to demonicpoet (the Boss will definitely be a big part in it. Ocelot is my favorite character, I've always liked him more than Snake and the fourth game definitely reinforced that) and Sailor Pluto (thanks for the name!), my only two reviewers and followers for this one. I appreciate so much, this one is for you two!

Warnings for mild language and near-rape of Ocelot. (read and find out. It's not what you think haha)

Reviews feed my fire, guys, let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the games. I had Ocelot tied up in my closet but someone stole him. *looks around glaring*

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When she first arrived, she was forced to stay in a cabin with Cobra Unit, including Boss, and Ocelot. She could deal with Ocelot and Boss just fine. She admired Boss, especially knowing far more about the older woman's situation than anyone else did. The younger woman strived to be just like her. The Cobra Unit, however, was a whole other story.

The Fury was flat out annoying. She did not like him one bit, and she couldn't really explain why. She just wished he would torch himself at some point.

The End was...just there. She was tempted on several occasions to feed him to the crocodiles, something she refrained from only because she knew Boss and Ocelot would be very upset with her. He was just such a waste! And she hated when she had to push him around in that damned wheelchair. Although that didn't happen as often after she accidentally forgot him in the middle of the jungle. Boss still didn't believe her when she told the Cobras she never intended on letting that tiger eat the old man.

The Pain. Now he was someone she tried vehemently and valiantly to avoid. It had to be the hornets. Give her snakes, spiders, or scorpions any day and she was just fine. Get a hornet or other bee near here and the young woman froze up, muscles rigid and breathing shallow. Sometimes she swore he called those damned bees just to terrify her. Ocelot said she was overreacting but it just seemed too much of a coincidence for her. Pain only ever called them when she was being annoying to him.

And the Fear. She absolutely adored the Fear. His flexibility, his strange way of talking, his love of traps, crossbows and poison. Instantly, she was in love with the man. Not the I-want-to-have-sex-with-you-because-you're-dangerous "love" of a hormonal teenage girl or the I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you love of an adult. No this was the unconditional, dangerous love as only a soldier can love another soldier. Admiration, though not as much as she had for the Boss. Dedication, not even a quarter of the amount she had for Ocelot. But still, she loved the psychopathic salt-and-pepper haired man. If her parents were still alive, she wondered what they would say about that. They would probably put her in an asylum.

And then, there was the Boss herself, a woman who commanded respect and had a whole team under her command, so fiercely loyal to her that they would probably allow her to shoot them and not say anything. Hell, they would even load the gun for her. Speaking of shooting…

That brought her thoughts to the presence she felt almost always at the Boss's right side. She could only assume the man in the black coat was Boss's love, the Sorrow. The young woman was the only one who seemed capable of seeing the man in black, so she stayed silent about his presence. Around Boss, she always felt a large amount sadder, and she wondered if Sorrow was projecting it, or she felt this way just because she could see and feel a love that transcended even death.

She was sitting on her bed, cleaning a blade she had used to stab a markhor that seemed intent on burying it's horn into Ocelot's leg or up his ass. The animal had been persistent and it had taken a bit of wrestling before finally Ocelot had shot it after coming to his senses, recovering from his near violation at the hands-horns-of the goat like animal.

"Are you going to join us for dinner?" Boss asked, pushing open the door to the room the woman shared with Ocelot.

She looked up at Boss and shook her head. "I'll wait for Ocelot to come back." She said and tucked her knife away.

Boss nodded and turned to leave. She stopped and turned. "You've been with us a week and I don't have a name for you." Boss said, tilting her head. Boss was gone a lot and the only Cobras who spoke to her just called her "Kid".

The young woman smiled and stood up, hearing Ocelot's voice complaining about leeches in very unfortunate places and rapist markhors.

"You can call me Shadow." She smiled and followed Boss downstairs.