Mother Base, Seychelles waters, Indian Ocean, 1985

"Poza, Medvezhonok! Nel'zya byt' derzkim, kogda ty na pole boya!" (Posture, Bearcat! You can't show off when you're on the battlefield!) shouts a grey haired man, currently overseeing a new recruit to their mercenary organisation. Big Boss was in Afghanistan, leaving him to the one-on-one training. The rest of the soldiers were either catering to animals, eating in the mess hall, checking infrastructure and storage or otherwise occupied, leaving him the only available fluent Russian speaker... as well as the only person not working on something else.

At least until another operative came running towards them. "Ocelot! Something happened on the conservation platform! I came as soon as I hea-"

Ocelot starts running towards the staircase, dragging the new recruit and the operative with him. "And you didn't think to tell Snake first!? That platform is a vital source of income for us!"

Northern Kabul, Afghanistan

"DD, stay!" calls out Snake, a rough looking bearded man. His canine companion obediently stops where he is, tail wagging happily and barks.

"Good boy. I gotta answer this first." he says, bringing out his radio. "Mother Base, what's going on? I'm about to infiltrate-"

"Boss! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take so long! I tried explaining to Ocelot but then he started dragging me and Bearcat, that new guy, and-"

Snake visibly twitches. "WHAT. IS. WRONG?" he seethes, somewhat concerned. The sounds of incomprehensible whining fades.

"Boss, there's been an incident on the conservation platform. It's... impossible to explain over the radio." Ocelot says, a similar level of concern in his own voice. "I've dispatched a Hind and two Bell Cobra escorts to your position. We couldn't spare any Blackfoots, so be ready for an uncomfortable ride." he adds with a dry chuckle.

Snake grunts. "Fine. Have this area marked for operations by the support team."

Kazuhira Miller, once again trying to create a superior hamburger for their eldest member, Code Talker, nearly knocks his head off of the hanging cabinets when the door to the kitchen is practically slammed into the inner wall. "Boss needs you, Master! There's been an incident on the conservation platform!"

Miller, less than pleased, not only upon being called upon by Venom, but also because this likely meant being in the vicinity of Ocelot, hides his grimace behind a sleeve and grabs his crutch. "Very well."

Animal Conservation Platform Infirmary, Mother Base, Seychelles Waters

"Ocelot... what the fuck am I looking at?" asks Snake, lighting a cigar with his bionic prosthesis. "Is this the work of Cipher? The Soviets? After everything I've seen, nothing really comes close to... this."

On a cushioned table lies a roughly child sized animal with yellow and white fur. Their body proportions are highly bizarre, with a large head, big eyes, and two tails. Complimenting the creature's already strange appearance is the fact that it is wearing a pair of unusually large running shoes, likely made to fit their disproportionately sized feet.

"We had our science team perform some DNA tests while you were returning and, believe it or not, what you see before you is a fox." Ocelot says, just as puzzled, but at least properly informed.

Snake takes a long pull from his cigar, exhaling a few seconds later. "Bullshit. There is no way this thing is a fox. There is not an animal on Earth that looks like this, and even if there is, it has to be some kind of genetic hybrid."

Kazuhira shuffles into the room, his bad mood made worse upon seeing the two people he would most certainly prefer to avoid. That is until he sees the 'fox' on the table. "What the hell!?" he exclaims. The look of absolute shock, horror and intrigue on his face would be comedic under any other circumstances.

"Kaz, that's a fox... apparently." Snake informs, speaking with slow uncertainty. "Wait, how did this thing even get here? I did NOT extract any animals of this kind."

The animal twitches.

Then it moves it's arm.

"Damn! Restrain them!" Kazuhira yells. Snake and Ocelot grab the creature by the arms, holding it down to the table.

"WHA!!" it cries out. "IT HURTS! S-STOP IT!!!"

"OCELOT, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!? WHY IS THIS MUTANT FOX SPEAKING!?"

"MEDIC! ANESTHETIC!"

"HELP ME! SOMEONE! PLEASE! PL..ease... d-don't..."