Those pretty eyes, those pretty blue eyes…

"Do you know the most important thing to a soldier Snake?"

Snake slowly forced his eyes open, pulling himself back into the cabin, he could feel the warm familiarity of blood trickling down his face ", Arghh," he forced the words out ", his eyes."

Ocelot paused, leaned his head sideways as if admiring his handy-work, the red mark of his fist fading slowly. "I like your eyes Snake. I don't know why, maybe its that I feel as if I've stared into them so many times, well at least one of them…"

"Huh?"

"Get the disk, it's in his pocket," the trooper approached cautiously, a slight smile playing with the corner of Snake's mouth ",you don't know your father do you Snake?"

"You know I don't have a father. I was born in a test tube so to speak."

"No, no, no. You're being absurd. Every human being must have a mother and a father, how else would you come to be? You're father was very exceptional, a legend wasn't he."

"He was a traitor to America…"

"Shut up! I'm talking to you," Revolver thrust his fist into Snakes' face, Snakes' lack of a reaction seemed to please him. "He only came to a bitter realization; that all soldiers, every single one of us, are just tools at the disposal of a corrupt government. The same government that awarded him a medal for eliminating their screw up, THE BOSS, didn't once hesitate in sending you to dispose of him."

As the soldier bent down to remove the disk from Snake, a pair of legs swung up to his neck. With a loud crack the troopers' body flopped to the floor lifelessly. "You were saying?..."

"I'm glad to see you haven't lost that sense of humour," in a split second Revolver drew his gun, spinning it on one finger as took aim at Snake's head, 'BANG.'

Solid's eyes did not even blink. Ocelot inquired with his eyebrows. "I knew it was a blank, the noise of the barrel rotating was quieter than it should be and also you were aiming for my head yet you didn't compensate for the recoil a shot would cause."

"You may even be superior to your father," with that Revolver whipped his gun around and down, striking snake over the head with the butt of the gun. Slowly, blackness flooded Snake's head. The last thing he heard was the clinking of Ocelot's boots moving away from him.