[Patriotism and Ocelot did not go hand in hand, considering what kind of backstabber he was. He was not aligned with America, nor Russia, nor China, when it really came down to it.]

[So he stood at one of the far corners of the roof, indulging in a smoke. The food in the air tainted his nostrils, but he didn't feel the need to eat. He smirked at how pathetic this all seemed... How people could still feel so purely about their beloved country. Especially when he knew the truth, all the lies and secrets hidden beneath the surface.]

[He brooded silently.]