Metal Gear Solid: Reflections
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Metal Gear, but I dont. Metal Gear is owned by Konami.
Solid Snake's troubled past has caught up with him. He suddenly grows a conscious and begins to have nightmares about the people he's killed. Can Otacon help him out of this phase?
"No.. please no..." These words awoke Otacon with a start. He frowned, and reached for the gun Snake had made keep under under his pillow. It's cold steel made him wince.
Snake had made it clear that the patriots would eventually find them, and in case of an emergency he had to be prepared for the worst. Otacon crept into the hallway and found a magazine on the coffee table.
He loaded the gun and proceeded to Snake's room. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The cries made Otacon's adrelaine pump. Snake had to be in some serious trouble, and it was up to him to save him. He fumbled with the safety on the gun
and silently opened the door. He was met by the sight of Snake, rolling in his bed sheets with sweat pouring down his forehead. "Oh thank god..." sighed Otacon. "It was only a nightmare!" On his way out of the room, the door creaked.
Snake leapt out of bed breathing heavily. "Freeze!" He said as he pointed his Socom at Otacon."Ahh!"Otacon yelled as he fell backwards and hit the ground with a thud. He sat up when Snake began to laugh. Otacon cleaned his glasses.
"Haha very funny. How long did it take you to plan th-?" Otacon noticed Snake was breathing very heavy and had sweat pouring down his body. "Snake... are you having those nightmares again?"
Snake nodded slowly. "You told me they stopped long ago Snake!" Said a furious Otacon. "Have you ever taken a life?" asked Snake in a somber tone. Otacon froze. "Can't say I have, but what I can say is that you look awful. Let me fix you up some coffee."
Snake grunted in response as Otacon left the room. Snake pulled over a comftorable sweater and some jeans and joined Otacon at the table. Otacon wrinkled his nose. "Damn Snake, you stink! Go take a shower or something!" Snake drank his coffee and left, without saying a word.
Otacon paced around the room. Basically he and Snake lived in a one room apartment. They made up the group Philanthrophy, who was dedicated to stopping Metal Gear. Otacon whipped up some buttered toast for when Snake came back. Like Snake, Otacon had problems of his own.
The money was tight, because Snake hadn't taken an odd job for quite some time. The rent was due at noon so he and Snake had some serious land lord ducking to do. Snake came back to the table looking clean shaven and healthy. He silently picked up a piece of toast and began eating.
Otacon watched him thoughfully. "Snake you know..." "I know." Said Snake straightening up. "I already havea an interview with some guy named Sanchez." "Am I involved?" asked Otacon faintly. "Yes." said Snake slowly as he withdrew some papers from his pocket.
"He wants you to run intel, so the mission goes off without a hitch." Otacon made a brave face. "I'll do it!" Snake smiled a rare smile. "Comon Otacon, were supposed to meet him in fifteen minutes." Otacon and Snake quickly threw on jackets and ran for the door.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Metal Gear, but I dont. Metal Gear is owned by Konami.
Solid Snake's troubled past has caught up with him. He suddenly grows a conscious and begins to have nightmares about the people he's killed. Can Otacon help him out of this phase?
"No.. please no..." These words awoke Otacon with a start. He frowned, and reached for the gun Snake had made keep under under his pillow. It's cold steel made him wince.
Snake had made it clear that the patriots would eventually find them, and in case of an emergency he had to be prepared for the worst. Otacon crept into the hallway and found a magazine on the coffee table.
He loaded the gun and proceeded to Snake's room. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The cries made Otacon's adrelaine pump. Snake had to be in some serious trouble, and it was up to him to save him. He fumbled with the safety on the gun
and silently opened the door. He was met by the sight of Snake, rolling in his bed sheets with sweat pouring down his forehead. "Oh thank god..." sighed Otacon. "It was only a nightmare!" On his way out of the room, the door creaked.
Snake leapt out of bed breathing heavily. "Freeze!" He said as he pointed his Socom at Otacon."Ahh!"Otacon yelled as he fell backwards and hit the ground with a thud. He sat up when Snake began to laugh. Otacon cleaned his glasses.
"Haha very funny. How long did it take you to plan th-?" Otacon noticed Snake was breathing very heavy and had sweat pouring down his body. "Snake... are you having those nightmares again?"
Snake nodded slowly. "You told me they stopped long ago Snake!" Said a furious Otacon. "Have you ever taken a life?" asked Snake in a somber tone. Otacon froze. "Can't say I have, but what I can say is that you look awful. Let me fix you up some coffee."
Snake grunted in response as Otacon left the room. Snake pulled over a comftorable sweater and some jeans and joined Otacon at the table. Otacon wrinkled his nose. "Damn Snake, you stink! Go take a shower or something!" Snake drank his coffee and left, without saying a word.
Otacon paced around the room. Basically he and Snake lived in a one room apartment. They made up the group Philanthrophy, who was dedicated to stopping Metal Gear. Otacon whipped up some buttered toast for when Snake came back. Like Snake, Otacon had problems of his own.
The money was tight, because Snake hadn't taken an odd job for quite some time. The rent was due at noon so he and Snake had some serious land lord ducking to do. Snake came back to the table looking clean shaven and healthy. He silently picked up a piece of toast and began eating.
Otacon watched him thoughfully. "Snake you know..." "I know." Said Snake straightening up. "I already havea an interview with some guy named Sanchez." "Am I involved?" asked Otacon faintly. "Yes." said Snake slowly as he withdrew some papers from his pocket.
"He wants you to run intel, so the mission goes off without a hitch." Otacon made a brave face. "I'll do it!" Snake smiled a rare smile. "Comon Otacon, were supposed to meet him in fifteen minutes." Otacon and Snake quickly threw on jackets and ran for the door.