"Well Miss Selene, if you are ever in the need for a real soldier around here never be afraid to ask," Snake replied suggestively, "I hope to see you around more cutie."

Snake turned to one of the new bloods, a younger fellow with a sniper rifle who had taken to addressing to him personally. The officer made his helm's visor transparent so that he could look the greenhorn dead in the eyes. He wasn't impressed, but first impressions was not one of Snake's specialties.

"Name and rank boy," Snake ordered immediately. Any charm or calm in the officer's voice had immediately disappeared when he spoke to the subordinate. A tone beasts would whimper against.