|| Such a good fit. The jumpsuit and tactical vest? Popped collar?? Pouches on pouches??? I THINK SO.

He lowered his binoculars just for a moment, his cold blue eyes looking over at her with discernible narrowing before he peered back through his scope. "Don't flatter yourself. You're pretty good, but with hair like yours? Can see it a mile away." Snake zoomed in closer, taking note of patrol

He was a young man, once upon a time.

𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Daddy issues club.

And the interesting thing? He was nowhere to be seen. Except, a cardboard box? Who put that there?

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝... 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. #OWRP || #MVRP

He doesn't answer, simply taking a cigarette from the pack and pulling the cardboard box back over him, running his way out.

She doesn't happen to have an extra cigarette lying around, does she?

𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆—𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. ⠀ ⠀ 【⠀ #xmenrp #mvrp #bskyrp⠀】 𝓬⠀ MDNI ⠀𝓬⠀ Indie Portrayal ⠀𝓬⠀ Ship w/ Chem 𝓬⠀ Mature Themes ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⧼ ¿like + repost‽ ⧽

"When I'm inside the box, the world outside fades away...and I can see myself from the outside looking in...true peace. Step inside the box and you'll know what I mean."

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"It's a good gun, maybe a little heavy for a rookie like you, though."

@illyanarasputinn.bsky.social Snake was close to making his escape, he had the data he was looking for all tucked away in a small disc. These mutants- he'd fought people like them before. Humans with innate extraordinary powers. They've existed for a long time now, some of them becoming the

He may have an expiration date any day now, but it's not an excuse to slack off. Too much time was spent in Alaska, drinking and mushing dogs. It left his body out of peak condition when Shadow Moses happened.

@natasharomanoffbw.bsky.social Solo infiltration, words that were meaningless once you've done it as much as Snake had. Such things become second nature, and nature is never something you question. Just act according to. It was his nature to hide and crawl, to move past others unnoticed like

@comeswithblades.bsky.social Snake had been waiting at that cafe for two hours now, and his nerves were shot. He knew working independently to rid the world of WMD's wasn't going to be easy, but even his stint in the CIA had less downtime, and uncertainty. A number of crumpled cigarettes sat

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𝙇𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙗𝙪? La-Li-Lu-Le-Lo???

𝙋𝙪𝙛𝙛. 𝙋𝙪𝙛𝙛. Turkish smokes were cheap, Snake couldn't complain about that. He was in civilian clothes, a thin linen shirt that clung loosely around a white tee. He'd been lounging around the same cafe for over an hour now, awaiting further

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"It's a good gun, maybe a little heavy for a rookie like you, though."

𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵.

𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. Below are a collection of little one-off solo writings I've done to show different parts of Snake's psyche and life. They're more for me than anyone else, but I thought it'd be nice to keep them organized and easily sharable.

𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.