Snake hated waking up from cryo-sleep. One second you are trying to get comfortable in what could only be summarized as a militarized dime-store coffin, the next you are solar systems away from home holding in barf and trying not to fall on your ass. The Warrant Officer grabbed ahold some internal piping as his legs tried to fail him. An old trick he figured out after his second deployment.

After a few moments of hard coughing and waving the med-tech away, Snake found his footing and stepped out of the cryo-tube. He was a hardened man, with scars etched all over his body. After finding his looker and putting on his underwear, Snake stepped over to automated-armorer. The armorer was a stationary mess of robotic arms programmed to encase soldiers in their assigned armors. Snake walked up to the automaton, placing himself onto a metal disc in the center of the machine and watched as is scanned his entire form.

"Designation Seven-Seven-Seven-Oh-Seven," the armorer began to read off. "Warrant Officer O'Henessey. Marine Corps."

"You don't fucking say," Snake replied as he rolled his eyes to nothing.

The machine began to collect the warrant officer's armor pieces, attaching them to him piece by piece. Snake could feel the machine drill every piece in place, practically shaking him to the core. Most soldiers would tell you the experience hurt like hell, but Snake loved it. Fuck massage chairs. After a few minutes, Snake was finally in full armor. He watched as some of the new blood soldiers crumbled and crashed to the ground after long cryo-sleep. He chuckled to himself.

"Wakey-wakey ladies," Snake antagonized. "Get your sorry asses up before I resort to throwin' you dickheads out the airlock."

Most of the greenhorns rushed up after hearing the warrant officer's threat, probably terrified of the thought. Snake didn't exactly have a kind reputation under his belt. Snake climbed out of the armorer, testing the waters quickly just in case the machine malfunctioned. Everything seemed status quo. With everything seemingly operational, Snake made his way to the armory to get his weapons of mass destruction.