It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss is walking the hallways.]

[He's walking directly past his office.]

[He's currently supporting a BFG ready to hurt some people. Namely saltpeppered.]

[His mood is not the greatest right now. Cross him and say something, and you might suffer the consequences of his wrath.]



_{((ooc: Already been three days since he died and he's ready to kick some ass. Tread carefully!))}

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[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

You killed me. A bullet to the back of the head.

[He strode up to him, a fierce step in his stride, and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.]

I thought I raised you better than to play dirty, Snake.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_Augh-

[He winces out a cough.]

You turned your back on you, you bastard!

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss placed his gun over his shoulder securely and then proceeded to ram his knee into Snake's gut.]

And what provoked you to do so, hmm? I didn't attempt to do such a thing to you. I wasn't searching for your death.

But you may have just convinced me otherwise.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Ahn!

[He doubles over in pain then falls to his knees, slamming his right hand onto the floor to stop his body from making contact with it.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Then again, it always was fun watching you suffer under my hands. Death would be far too easy.

[He slid his hand into Snake's hair, gripping it tightly.] Look at me, soldier.

[He slowly crouched down to Snake's level, his single eye piercing and strong.] This is the face that made you. This is the face that can break you, understand?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_Aaa-!

[He grunts in pain, wincing, but he manages to look his angry Father in the eye as ordered.]

Yes...Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir! [Snake wheezes his words.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Hmh. That's better.

[He released his grip on him and stood up to his feet.]

Get up.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Somehow he manages to get back to his feet even though his stomach is killing him and the back of his head burns in pain but he doesn't say a word.]

...

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[He curls his finger into Snake's collar and tugs him once.]

I won't be killing you, Snake. That option is far too good for you.

No... I think I would much rather keep you alive for the time being. And from now on, you will remain under my guard.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Under...you?

[He reaches up and rests his hand on Big Boss' cold, metal hand, but he doesn't bother trying to get free as he realizes he couldn't if he wanted to.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Do you really believe I would let you free after what you have done?

You need to be drawn back in line, soldier.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Strangely, in a totally and completely convoluted way Snake got his wish.]

_{Yes, Sir.}

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Before we leave, you are to remove every weapon on your person and hand them to me. I refuse to give you the benefit of the doubt.

[He extends his hand impatiently.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnn... [Snake doesn't like this. He doesn't like this at all, but he complies to save his carcass.]

[He hands over his SOCOM and his combat knife.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Nothing else hidden away? I don't want to have to search you myself.

[He clasps his hands tightly around both objects, stowing them in his pocket securely.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I have nothing else but myself and the clothes on my back- [He snarls his words sounding a little irritated.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Hmh.

[He suspected as much, but it didn't hurt to ask.]

[Big Boss beckoned Snake to follow him to one of his various offices. He pushed open the door, pointing inside.]

Come inside, Snake.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He follows him with some reluctance, wondering what the old man wants with him now.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss steps inside without another moment and closes the door behind him. He wanders into another room just off the junction of the door and roumages around for something.]

[He returns after a few minutes with a uniform in his hands, and what looks like a few boxes of rations. He hands them all to Snake.]

You'll wear this from now on, and you will eat three meals a day.

You will also get rid of that collar. It doesn't suit you.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He takes what he's been given and offers no backsass but one thing-]

I can't take off the collar. It doesn't come off.

[And it's true. It's indestructible and has no snaps or buckles. Blame the Nexus.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

... What do you mean?

Surely you can cut it loose.

[He stares at him, perplexed.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He just glares at the man.]

Don't you think that I have tried? Nno, it doesn't come off. Nothing works. The only thing I have not tried was a HF blade or a chainsaw but I rather not risk cutting off my head.

...Now that I think about it...that may be the only way to get it off.

I don't know why I have it or what it means. It's just there and, for the most part, I just ignore it.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

... [Big Boss smiles at the defiance in Snake's voice. He's starting to find it amusing how he has a collar stuck around his neck.]

Perhaps the Nexus is trying to tell you something.

[He wonders if there is a leash around here...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...........

I. Am. Not. A. DOG.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Did I say you were?

I was thinking more along the lines of it representing the fact you are bound here to this place.

Though... now that you mention it, a dog is a far more appropriate way of looking at it.