fissionmailed | It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum

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It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum

[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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[The sight of Big Boss' corpse on the floor meant something greater than most soldiers could fathom. It wasn't merely the death of a commander, nor the death of a parent -- what Fox saw was all of his beliefs, everything he'd built his world around come crashing to the ground. In but an instant of realizing his father was dead, his own emotional barriers had closed in on him and crumbled -- to see everything he devoted his very existence to destroyed in such a cowardly way, shot in the back of the head... And Fox couldn't even decipher who could have done such a thing.]

[He was angry. He was lost. He wanted to take it out on someone but there was nobody -- except for himself. He hadn't been there to serve by his commander's side; wasn't there to defend his father, to protect his beliefs. It was all taken away from him with but a single bullet. He may not have pulled the trigger of the gun that did the man in but he might as well have. His absence had proved fatal.]

[Fox's shoulders sag as Big Boss places his hands on his arms, the pack of rations on his back sliding down off his back and settling onto the floor. The drugs are rapidly taking affect, his stomach cramping up and making him feel nauseous as he looks the man straight in the eye. Clarity is returning to his eyes, he can feel the man's touch... But he feels ashamed.]

[He lost himself. The past three days, he's been but the shell of a man, proving just how dependent he is on his benefactor. Unable to think or act on his own, consumed by shame and guilt. There's a lump in his throat that he just can't swallow.]

S-sir... I've failed you.

[The flury of emotions was evident on Frank's face. The way everything settled in, the change of expression as the thoughts ran through his mind and challenged his very being was heartbreaking to watch. It took a lot to make Big Boss feel such sympathy, but when it was Fox who seemed to crash and burn in front of his eye, he wasn't sure if he could take it. He saw so much of himself in Fox, though perhaps a far more successful version of himself. The pain of loss was something they both found incredibly difficult.]

[Big Boss stared at his Son, his own face mirrored with a similar anguish, though far more determined. He clasped his hands up to cup Fox's face with his large palms and swiped his thumbs along his cheeks. His precision and gentle nature was such a rarity at this age, no one would have believed this man could be a killing machine should they witness how tender he could be with his soldier.]

[He shook his head slowly, eye soft.] No, Frank. You haven't failed me. I allowed my guard to fall. It was my own fault, and I deserved what happened to me.

Never the less, I have returned now. I promise you, I won't allow something so trivial to prevail.

[Fox's knees feel very weak. He struggles to keep his body from trembling; the man's words, his presence, Fox's own sense of complete exhaustion begins to take its toll. He brings his own hands up, clutching John's shirt with his dirty hands and taking a step forward, allowing himself to lean into the man for support.]

[When was the last time he'd found himself clinging to the man in this manner? When was the last time he'd felt so pathetic, so very weak in the presence of his father? Vague memories begin to creep into his mind, leaving as quickly and silently as they came.]

[He's fifteen years old, his doctors are trying to ween him off his medication. The night terrors from his withdrawal are intense and physically painful; a danger to himself and those around -- until those strong arms are around him. Big Boss pinning his arms back, using his own weight to try and stop the boy's frantic thrashing.]

[He's twenty-three years old after killing two innocent civilians. A crying baby girl is in his arms -- the first time he'd ever truly felt lost. He'd killed Naomi's parents and Big Boss was the only thing that kept him anchored to some form of sanity.]

[Fox breathes in the scent of the man; the lingering smell of the man's cigars bring a sense of ease to his mind. That scent had always been a comfort; Big Boss' brand of cigars are the smell of victory, the smell of fierce loyalty and the belief in one's own free will. A savior wrapped in battle fatigues, an emperor standing amidst his men on the field... He stands before him again, alive and breathing. The shattered remains of Fox's world are being rebuilt, standing once more like a tower before the king.]

You deserved no such thing. I will find the coward that did that to you, Sir -- I will find him and I will kill him with but these bare hands of mine.

[Big Boss looks surprised by the sudden reliance that Fox has on him. Naturally, he responds by wrapping his arms around the smaller man, his hand cupped against his spine as he soothingly rubs up and down as he once did in his more youthful days to an even younger Frank. With his free hand, he hooked his fingers into Frank's bandanna and allowed it to come loose so he could run his hand at the base of his neck, giving it a slow massage to help those emotions ease out.]

I promise, you will have your retribution. But we cannot attack yet... Our plans will be ruined should we strike too soon.

You can have him, Fox. But have patience.

[He allows himself to rest his head against Big Boss' shoulder, taking in the feeling of the man's comforting hands. It's rare for him to accept any form of affection but right now he needs this kind of reassurance. Something solid to prove this man is alive, his hands through his hair and along his back. He will grant himself this simple luxury, just this once.]

...I understand. I will continue to serve by your side.

I know you will. I haven't lost any faith in you. You will always be my right-hand man... and my true Son.

[He eased his arms around Frank, tightly embracing him. Their chests together, Fox would be able to feel that the old man's heart was beating steadily and healthily; another way to prove his existance.]

I will not let you down again.

[That tight embrace is all he needs. He savours the contact but a moment longer before steadily exhaling. He lifts his head to regard his commander, he's found what he's been searching for.]

[He steps back a few paces and draws his machete from his side, holding the blade out sideways as his eyes lock forward. Those steel blues are full of a determined sort of clarity; he has his purpose back, a reason to keep fighting. His back is straight, every one of his senses taking on a heightened sort of alertness. The lost child Big Boss first encountered has found himself again, no longer a wayward soul yearning for a reason to be. The man standing before him is Gray Fox. Like father and like son, a hero of Zanzibarland.]

I will be your mirror, your sword and shield. My life is yours, do with it as you see fit.

[That single eye that remained in his skull focused on Fox once he took a step back and composed himself. He stood proudly as he witnessed the way the younger man carried himself. A little reassurance went a very long way when it came to the trust between them both. He couldn't help but smile crookedly, noting the similarities between them both and how strongly his presence had effected Frank in his upbringing.]

[He bowed his head into a genuine nod.]

I know. And I will, once the time is right.

[With the pledge of his life accepted, Fox returns his machete to the casing on his side before bringing himself down on one knee, bowing his head in respect.]

I do and to fall by your side will be the greatest honour.

[He lifts his head to look at his father once more, his hair falling in his eyes. Big Boss is still holding his bandanna.]

Come now, Frank. You'll make me blush.

[He chuckled, but understood that it was Fox's way of expression his gratitude for working under Big Boss. He gently eased the bandanna around Fox's head once more, carefully adjusting his hair into place.]

We are equals, Frank. I won't use you to simply let you die. I expect you to excel and become stronger than myself.

Whatever task I set, you will accomplish.

[Fox closes his eyes a moment, allowing Big Boss to tie the bandanna around his forehead. A sense of peace washes over him, leaning slightly into the older man's touch.]

I still have quite a way to go until I am your equal... But I will continue to make you proud.

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