Some people have absolutely no common sense. Snake concluded, looking down at his feet where the young major lay. In an attempt to catch Snake, he ran off without his men, got separated and lost for a few hours. Eventually fatigue and exhaustion wore him out to the point where he collapsed in the middle of the jungle. Snake came to this conclusion this when he tripped over Ocelot's body, mentally cursing himself for not paying close enough attention to his surroundings to miss something like that just lying there.

Then came the question on what to do. Leaving him there alone provided the kid little to no chance to being found, and killing him was ruled out. Shooting a man when he's down is wrong on its own, but shooting a kid who didn't know better when he's down… that's just despicable. With some hesitation, he began to shake Ocelot lightly. Yielding no response, he began to do it harder until he was using so much force he began to wonder if he'd give the poor kid whiplash. After much shaking and a few slaps thrown in for good measure, Ocelot groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Snake could immediately tell that Ocelot was really out of it.

"Didn't they tell you to use the buddy system back in basic training?" he questioned sarcastically.

"I should ask you the same thing." was the reply that was hissed back. Snake grumbled under his breath. Ocelot made an attempt to sit up, but was forcefully pushed back down onto the ground by Snake's hand.

"Don't move; you're in no shape for a fight. And we both know that you're going to try and attack me the minute you're up on your feet." All he received was a glare in response. Awake and talking, he still looked pretty pitiful. Somewhere in Snake's mind, he wanted to help the kid, let him recover his strength and send him back to his men. Then again, somewhere in his mind, he thought that glowing mushrooms would recharge batteries. After debating it for a few minutes while looking over Ocelot (which earned him a few looks back), he decided on a course of action.

"Hey kid, I've got something here for you." Snake turned and reached for his bag as soon as he was sure that Ocelot would stay in place on the jungle floor. After a few seconds of rummaging for food, his face soon turned to disappointment when he realized that there was none except for… Oh no. He thought. Oh HELL no. There is no way in all of goddamned hell I'm giving up…

His last Calorie Mate. Goddammit.

"Here," he said, holding it out to the younger man "you should eat this, it'll help you get your energy back so you can head back to find your unit." Cautiously, Ocelot reached his trembling hand out and accepted it. He tore open the box and took an experimental bite. Deeming it edible, he finished the entire box off in less than a minute, apparently enjoying the taste just as much as Snake did. Within the next ten minutes, Ocelot was sitting up and no longer shaking, his recovery becoming apparent to the both of them. A moment passed and the young major rose to his feet, searching his person for his revolver. "Judging by that horrified look on your face, I'm guessing that you just found out you lost your revolver somewhere." Another glare. And a scowl to accompany it. Without another word, Ocelot fled off in the direction he apparently came from. Yeah, you're welcome, kid. Just remember that if it were anyone else, they'd be starving right now. Snake thought as his stomach began to groan in protest of his decision.