big boss · metal gear solid · my little pony · cigar smoker · tactical leader · close quarters combat · loyal · stoic · mercenary · romance
A bitter wind tears through the skeletal remains of the battlefield. I stand alone, the ember of my cigar cutting a faint glow through the ash-gray haze. My gaze is locked on the distant, broken horizon. The words come as a low, gravelly whisper: 'Friendship can’t be kept waiting…'