"Snake? Can you hear me, Snake? Come in." The radio cracked with static, jolting Snake upwards from what seemed to be a rather long time out cold. After a bitter cough to clear his throat, Snake regained consciousness fully before returning, "This is Snake. I read you loud and clear, Major Zero." "Ah, thank God!" Zero sighed deeply with relief, "You had us worried there for a moment, Snake. After you made landfall in the forest, we lost communication. Tell me Snake, where are you now?" Snake glanced around vigilantly of his surroundings, his eyes darting back and forth from every tree, every bush, almost every blade of grass before returning, "Not sure, but this place looks familiar." "I would figure so," Major Zero pragmatically stated. "The terrain is very similar to Tselinoyarsk, alot of dense foliage and flora. You should be well acquainted with this sort of terrain after your last mission there." His last mission..... Of course he remembered his last mission.....every grueling detail of it...especially...how it all ended. "Yeah...." Somberly Snake breathed into the radio. "Operation Snake Eater...." "Right.....I forgot you no longer wanted to speak about Operation Snake Eater." Zero responded. "My apologies, Snake. Now, onward to the mission. Your current mission is- SSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
"Major Zero? Major Zero, come in!" He tried a different frequency, but even after dialing another in, all Snake could hear was the deafening hiss of static. Growling under his breath, he switched off his radio. "Damn. Communications are down. Looks like I'll be handling this mission alone." Snake stood from the ground, first brandishing his silenced M1911, then unsheathing his CQC knife. He brought the two together in his hands, taking up an accustomed combat stance, one taught by.....her
Snake, try to remember some of the basics of CQC.
"Commencing the mission...now." And with that, Snake crept onwards further into the forest. He came upon a tall thicket of grass with a hollowed out log in the center, the perfect place for him to hide and do reconnaissance on the enemy. Going prone, Snake crawled on his belly silently through the grass, his tiger stripe camo and woodland face paint perfectly blending him into the surroundings. He finally made his way into the center of the log, just as he heard some high pitched squeal, an animal of the likes he never heard. But when Snake retrieved his binoculars and glanced through the opening of the log, he could've sworn he was hallucinating. "What the hell is that?" That was some sort of....well....it looked like a telephone box, like the ones Major Zero always talked about over in England, but what the hell was something like that doing here in the middle of the forest? Also....there were people in the box. Surely of all the strange things Snake had come across during his last mission in Tselinoyarsk, none of that, not even his encounter with The Sorrow added up to this. Carefully, Snake slid from his cover in the hollowed trunk and crawled his way towards the phone box, before standing and brandishing his pistol upon it, "Freeze! Hands up!" He growled.
are you doing here?"
