Cold Steel
A Metal Gear Solid Short Story
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By: V I R T U A L HiT MaN
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Short tendrils of breath crept out of his ski mask, and he found himself shivering. The Genome soldier pushed open the metal door, which barely budged in the ice. With a grunt, he slammed the door shut, and brushed the snow off his shoulder. He took off his heavy white coat and folded it over a coat hanger in the corner. Bits of ice, which had become encrusted on the outfit, slowly began to melt and fell the the floor with tiny crackles. With a sigh, the Genome soldier sat down at his outpost and began to check the cameras on the large console. He scanned the monitors from left to right, right to left, and saw no sign of disturbance. Everything seemed to be going as planned. As he yawned and prepared to take a quick nap, he heard a click. Immediately he snapped his head and peered in the direction of the door. It was cracked open.
The Genome soldier quickly jumped to his feet, and snatched his FAMAS from the desk. He scanned the small room and the surrounding halls for life, to no avail. Nothing was there but empty cubicles and blank computer screens. The place was empty, dark, and silent. It was a tomb. Shadows occasionally rose and fell softly on the far wall, as the flashing lights from outside blinked in and out. The Genome soldier sighed again, and placed his FAMAS back on the desk. "Must have been the wind," he assured himself, rubbing his arms to rid himself of a deadly chill that had fallen upon him. He slowly approached the door and shut it with a forceful slam. Quickly, he arched his head back and let out a sneeze. "Ah, damn cold," he muttered to himself before returning to his seat. Slowly he closed his eyes and drifted off into a dream world. There was a subtle metallic noise, as the FAMAS was slowly removed from the desktop. The Genome blubbered something drowsily and fell out of his chair. His head slammed sharply against a filing cabinet, and some papers slowly floated to the ground. The Genome rose with hand on head and began to utter "Son of a-" There was a loud metal clanging from behind, and he spun around to see a blurry shadow in front of him. Quickly, he jumped back a few paces, and slapped his hand on the desk. The Genome soldier looked down, eyes wide open. The rifle was gone.
For a brief moment, the soldier could see a bright light shine in his face. Interrupting the thoughts of horror surging through the soldier's head, a sharp blade appeared in his line of sight. He gasped as the blade pierced his torso. He let out a scream and was flung over the desk, head over heels. The blurry figure leapt on top of the desk, and the soldier heard it crack. With an abrupt slash, the soldier felt the cold steel of the sword. The soldier looked down, unable to even yell in pain. He watched as his intestines slowly uncoiled into his hands. Thick syrupy blood spashed onto the tile floor, and as the soldier's vision blurred into darkness, he caught the shape of a man casually walking away from the scene. Blood sprayed out of the soldier's mouth as he coughed and gurgled softly. With that, his eyes glazed over, and he stared into space, dead and cold.
A Metal Gear Solid Short Story
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By: V I R T U A L HiT MaN
***
Short tendrils of breath crept out of his ski mask, and he found himself shivering. The Genome soldier pushed open the metal door, which barely budged in the ice. With a grunt, he slammed the door shut, and brushed the snow off his shoulder. He took off his heavy white coat and folded it over a coat hanger in the corner. Bits of ice, which had become encrusted on the outfit, slowly began to melt and fell the the floor with tiny crackles. With a sigh, the Genome soldier sat down at his outpost and began to check the cameras on the large console. He scanned the monitors from left to right, right to left, and saw no sign of disturbance. Everything seemed to be going as planned. As he yawned and prepared to take a quick nap, he heard a click. Immediately he snapped his head and peered in the direction of the door. It was cracked open.
The Genome soldier quickly jumped to his feet, and snatched his FAMAS from the desk. He scanned the small room and the surrounding halls for life, to no avail. Nothing was there but empty cubicles and blank computer screens. The place was empty, dark, and silent. It was a tomb. Shadows occasionally rose and fell softly on the far wall, as the flashing lights from outside blinked in and out. The Genome soldier sighed again, and placed his FAMAS back on the desk. "Must have been the wind," he assured himself, rubbing his arms to rid himself of a deadly chill that had fallen upon him. He slowly approached the door and shut it with a forceful slam. Quickly, he arched his head back and let out a sneeze. "Ah, damn cold," he muttered to himself before returning to his seat. Slowly he closed his eyes and drifted off into a dream world. There was a subtle metallic noise, as the FAMAS was slowly removed from the desktop. The Genome blubbered something drowsily and fell out of his chair. His head slammed sharply against a filing cabinet, and some papers slowly floated to the ground. The Genome rose with hand on head and began to utter "Son of a-" There was a loud metal clanging from behind, and he spun around to see a blurry shadow in front of him. Quickly, he jumped back a few paces, and slapped his hand on the desk. The Genome soldier looked down, eyes wide open. The rifle was gone.
For a brief moment, the soldier could see a bright light shine in his face. Interrupting the thoughts of horror surging through the soldier's head, a sharp blade appeared in his line of sight. He gasped as the blade pierced his torso. He let out a scream and was flung over the desk, head over heels. The blurry figure leapt on top of the desk, and the soldier heard it crack. With an abrupt slash, the soldier felt the cold steel of the sword. The soldier looked down, unable to even yell in pain. He watched as his intestines slowly uncoiled into his hands. Thick syrupy blood spashed onto the tile floor, and as the soldier's vision blurred into darkness, he caught the shape of a man casually walking away from the scene. Blood sprayed out of the soldier's mouth as he coughed and gurgled softly. With that, his eyes glazed over, and he stared into space, dead and cold.