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08 May 2011 @ 01:04 am
Take care of all our dreams. [Metal Gear Solid]  
METAL GEAR SOLID and all characters/ideas/concepts/places therein are not mine, although the writing certainly is.




Title: Take care of all our dreams.
Characters/Pairing(s): Otacon
Rating: G
Summary: The watcher has his own burden to shoulder, and duty to carry out.
Warnings? Spoilers for the fourth game.
Notes: The title is taken from the 31_days theme for December 24, 2008.



Take care of all our dreams.


Ever since they met for the first time, Otacon has been with Snake on every mission the man has taken. He’s the voice at the other end of the communicator, the eyes watching the satellite feed from at least a thousand miles away, supplying the super soldier with the info he needs in order to do his job and pull out before anyone ever figured out what hit him. It is a strange sort of intimacy, being close enough to hear everything yet too far away from the smell and heat of the battlefield, holed up and safe from the gunshots and the screaming coming to him through the feed. He has seen Snake at his best and at his worst, and now, because of the job he’s been given, he knows exactly how the man sounds, when he’s on the move/found something he could use while roughing it out in enemy territory/engaged in the process of ending another life between his two hands.


He heard the sickness too, tracked all the little signs of wear and tear and premature aging through the rattle of air in Snake’s lungs and the gradual thinning out of the man’s voice. He’d never admit it, but during that first month after his discovery, he had stopped listening in because he couldn’t stand an hour of tuning into the man and knowing that with every step he took out there, he was wasting away just a little faster than he should have been. It took a quiet word from Sunny to restore his courage, and help him design the tiny little robot that he could use to follow Snake on the battlefield in a way that he had never permitted himself to before.


At the brink of the final battle, though, after seeing Snake and the rest of the soldiers off to participate in what might end up being the last operation some of them were ever going to be in, Otacon returned to the bridge of the USS Missouri, slipped on his headphones and switched his laptop on. Metal Gear Mk. III was the extension of his limbs and senses, his means of marching alongside his old friend for the very last time.


He doesn’t mute the sound, even while there are bombs dropping over his head and good soldiers dying around him, even while the microwaves in that lethal walk to the core eat away at what little is left of the strongest soldier in the world. He will be with Snake in the way that he always has, because they’re carrying the souls of millions on their shoulders. Because they are men with the hopes and aspirations of one too many friends – some living, some dead – on their hands. Because somebody has to be there, to watch Snake fight for them all and show him that he isn’t alone.
 
 
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Just "Lynx" is fine :D: MGS - ~Use your Imagination~daniela_lynx on May 9th, 2011 10:27 pm (UTC)
I love your MGS fics. They always hit the nail right on the head, and you write such an amazing Otacon <3 I loved this.
...with a pen in hand.: come closer & listenstitchedophelia on May 15th, 2011 07:51 pm (UTC)
I am glad you approve! I feel like I'm a bit rusty with writing in general, so it's nice to hear that people still enjoy the stuff I put out.