Like Father, Like Son

The door opened, and there came Liquid Snake's most trusted confidant, Revolver Ocelot. The grim look on his face gave Liquid a sense of foreboding as Ocelot, in his heavily Russian accent, told of what he most feared: Big Boss was dead. His father was dead.
"Who the fuck sent my father to his death?" asked Liquid in a calm yet distressing voice.
"Boss, it was your brother." Ocelot then looked deep into Liquid's eyes and took a deep breath. "It was Solid Snake."
"Oh, really..." It's been a long time since we've last seen each other, brother. Are you still working for Colonel Campbell, former leader of FOXHOUND, which I now command? Did they send you to stop our father's ultimate goal? He dreamed of a world of soldiers who would always be remembered through history. It'd be a shame if you marked yourself as a legend but inevitably turned into a myth. That'd be a bitch won't it, brother.
As Ocelot watched his boss contemplate his feelings, he pulled out of his pocket a message written by his boss' brother himself. The very simple message was so ominous; it made him piss his pants.
"What is that?" Shocked, Ocelot sat there motionless.
"This here, boss, is a personal message to you." Fear crept into his throat. "It's written by your brother."
"Why the hell are you reading it then? Give it to me!" Liquid read it and sadistic laughter erupted from him.
The message said: I promised myself two people would die before me. He is taken care of, now one more to hunt.