Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own any characters from Metal Gear Solid, they belong to Konami.
A/N: Okay don't think that I hate Snake for putting him through this suffering. I love Snake, he's my guy. This story takes place after MGS1. I haven't played MGS2 yet. Sucks to be me. And yes this story is totally illogical. I don't remember exactly how old Snake and Otacon are so if you do please leave it in a review or email me.
*~*The Dinner*~*
Snake, Otacon, and Meryl were eating dinner in the living room of their nicely furnished three bedroom apartment. It was nothing spectacular but it was definitely comfortable. You don't save the world and then wind up living in the projects. While they were eating they were watching the 6:00 news. On the news they had a special medical consultant for the 'Health Watch' segment.
"Well now were going to talk about a very important issue concerning male health. Before it was recommended that men start seeing a proctologist at age 45 annual for prostate screening, but now due to diet and other factors men should come in at age 35."
Snake was cutting into his T-bone steak when this was said. He immediately stopped and looked at the TV with rapt attention.
"This is especially important for men that have high amounts of stress in their lives." On the TV, images of men speaking with their doctors appeared. Snake frowned and took a sip of his beer.
"Hey Snake, they're talking about you!" Otacon quipped. Meryl started to laugh but caught the look on Snake's face and decided to grin instead.
"But seriously Snake, I don't know anybody whose job is more stressful," Otacon stated, "well except for me of course," he joked.
"Oh and I have it so easy," Meryl interjected "It's hard being the girlfriend of a veritable superhero."
Snake made a noncommittal grunt and shook his head. "I'm in the best health I've ever..." He stopped because that was a lie, he had no idea. Physically he felt fine but that heifer Naomi had shot him up with that Fox Die virus.
"Snake all kidding aside, please go make an appointment with a proctologist. I want you around for a very long time," Meryl said while patting his thigh. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll think about it you two." Snake promised. They returned to eating and talking about what happened during their day.
*~*The Next Morning*~*
Otacon and Meryl awoke to the wonderful aroma of fresh brewed coffee and breakfast. For a guy who had to live on rations mission after mission Snake certainly knew how to get around the kitchen. Snake had prepared pancakes with blueberry sauce, hard-fried eggs, and kosher beef sausage. He was now setting the table.
"Hey, good morning sweetie. What's all this?" Meryl asked. She gave Snake a big hug and a passionate kiss.
"Breakfast," he said dryly. She looked like she was going to hit him and then she smiled.
Snake grinned and put one of his fingers in a belt loop of her jeans and pulled her towards him and kissed her again.
"Oi, it's too early in the morning for that crap," a sleep filled voice commented. Otacon-the-great-morning-person had arrived. His hair was going in all directions except for where it was supposed to. "Smells great Snake. What's the occasion?"
"Just felt like it," he said and shrugged. Well really there was a big reason. When Snake was stressed and wanted time to himself he either worked out or cooked. He found that he could think easier.
He gave the conversation he had last night a great deal of thought as he promised. It wasn't how it used to be where the only person he had to worry about was himself. Now he had a best friend and a woman he loved almost to the point of idiocy. Who'd a thunk it? Definitely not Snake.
While he was cooking he came to a decision: he was going to make the appointment.