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Jan. 23rd, 2009 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sneakysilverTitle: Cigarettes
Rating: None. G?
Pairing: Snake/Cigarettes, OTP man.
Word Count: 491
Summery: Old Snake and his fight with Crying Wolf... and cigarettes
Scentless cigarettes. That's what he told Otacon. It was a load of crap. But he had to tell the nerd something to get him off his back.
The truth is the cigarettes have always been a lucky charm and as impossible it sounded they've actually saved his life on more than one occasion. Not that he was about to tell him that, he'd go off on an lecture on how they've shortened his already short life. It didn't matter much anymore anyway, Snake thought, he had maybe six months left.
No time to think about that, mind on the mission as always. He was a high as he could get on the old communication tower at Shadow Moses. His first time back here in nine years and it figures it was to save the world, again.
“C'mon... where are you...” he mumbled as he lit up his cigarette. Normally he goes out of his way to not let the enemy know where he is. But in this case... he needed to let her know where he was. Let her come out of her shell to aim. That was the only way.
He took a long drag of his cigarette and let the smoke escape into the wind. She was a beast of war, more animal than human. She was hunting him. And like any beast she only showed a weakness when she was about to strike.
A howl. Not quite animal, not quite human. Vrrrrrrr! The sound of the beast's rail gun powering up. She made him. Perfect.
Snake smiled, and put out his cigarette. He switched on his solid-eye. Time to go hunting.
He took cover behind one of the supports and let her have the first shot. The pillar shook with the force of the weapon's blast. Good girl, keep taking shots. The next part had to be done fast...
He wiped out from behind the pillar; sniper rifle ready. The solid-eye infrared showed a white shape surrounded by a black wolf like body. The white shape was her head, shoulders and arms; aiming the rail-gun directly at him. He wouldn't have much time. Earlier in their encounter he counted the seconds between when she spotted him, until she pulled the trigger. The warm up for rail gun bought him some extra time. He had about a second and a half to get a shot off. No problem.
He held the rifle tight to his shoulder. A voice of an old instructor replaying in his head. Tight to the shoulder, light pressure on the trigger, cross-hairs on target, breathe, release, second pressure on the trigger. The rifle kicks back hard. Don't think. Tight to the shoulder, concentrate, aim, breathe, release, second pressure. Kick back, aim, breathe, release, pressure.
Three tranq rounds to her head. Adding to the rounds he got off earlier in their encounter... she finally slumped forward.
Breathe.
Release.
Damn. A cigarette would be good right now.
Rating: None. G?
Pairing: Snake/Cigarettes, OTP man.
Word Count: 491
Summery: Old Snake and his fight with Crying Wolf... and cigarettes
Scentless cigarettes. That's what he told Otacon. It was a load of crap. But he had to tell the nerd something to get him off his back.
The truth is the cigarettes have always been a lucky charm and as impossible it sounded they've actually saved his life on more than one occasion. Not that he was about to tell him that, he'd go off on an lecture on how they've shortened his already short life. It didn't matter much anymore anyway, Snake thought, he had maybe six months left.
No time to think about that, mind on the mission as always. He was a high as he could get on the old communication tower at Shadow Moses. His first time back here in nine years and it figures it was to save the world, again.
“C'mon... where are you...” he mumbled as he lit up his cigarette. Normally he goes out of his way to not let the enemy know where he is. But in this case... he needed to let her know where he was. Let her come out of her shell to aim. That was the only way.
He took a long drag of his cigarette and let the smoke escape into the wind. She was a beast of war, more animal than human. She was hunting him. And like any beast she only showed a weakness when she was about to strike.
A howl. Not quite animal, not quite human. Vrrrrrrr! The sound of the beast's rail gun powering up. She made him. Perfect.
Snake smiled, and put out his cigarette. He switched on his solid-eye. Time to go hunting.
He took cover behind one of the supports and let her have the first shot. The pillar shook with the force of the weapon's blast. Good girl, keep taking shots. The next part had to be done fast...
He wiped out from behind the pillar; sniper rifle ready. The solid-eye infrared showed a white shape surrounded by a black wolf like body. The white shape was her head, shoulders and arms; aiming the rail-gun directly at him. He wouldn't have much time. Earlier in their encounter he counted the seconds between when she spotted him, until she pulled the trigger. The warm up for rail gun bought him some extra time. He had about a second and a half to get a shot off. No problem.
He held the rifle tight to his shoulder. A voice of an old instructor replaying in his head. Tight to the shoulder, light pressure on the trigger, cross-hairs on target, breathe, release, second pressure on the trigger. The rifle kicks back hard. Don't think. Tight to the shoulder, concentrate, aim, breathe, release, second pressure. Kick back, aim, breathe, release, pressure.
Three tranq rounds to her head. Adding to the rounds he got off earlier in their encounter... she finally slumped forward.
Breathe.
Release.
Damn. A cigarette would be good right now.