Retrohorror
PIt-a-pet
In the nine years since MSF's destruction, Kaz had travelled to Afghanistan to oversee the training of Mujahideen soldiers. While his participation in working with them had on surface level, been to oppose Soviet oppression, Kaz had an ulterior motive.
Intel had fallen in his lap about the possibility of Emmerich being sighted at the Afghanistan Central Base Camp. Though his leads would eventually turn up cold, in his haste for vengeance, Kaz made mistakes, and he paid the price for them.
It was why he and his unit were easily taken off-guard by the Parasite Unit: why he had lost both arm and leg in the ensuing chaos.
For a few days after, he had been holed up in some run-down shack. A torn dirty shirt was the only thing stemming off the bleeding. The pain had him fade in and out of consciousness between interrogations, torture, and humiliation. But in spite of that, he held in his mind the silhouette of a young woman. Xiē-xīn. God, he had given her some bullshit rambling about finding Emmerich. His betrayal had blindsided both of them, but maybe for her, it stung even more. After all, he could never really stand the bastard.
He didn't think he'd find his way back to her. And the thought of her never receiving at least a small amount of closure wounded him deeply.
But by some miracle, he found him: Snake.
For the first time in what felt like weeks, he saw again the light of day. He wasn't in any shape or form to ruminate on how he had taken it for granted; instead, his hatred for Cipher grew.
The angry and self-loathing man he had become was left for Xiē-xīn to deal with when he returned to Mother Base. While grabbing onto Snake, and yanking from a poor medic a crutch, he made known that she would be the only one to tend to his wounds.
Aside from Big Boss himself, only she had his full trust.
Glancing at the analog clock at his bedside, Kaz rumbled a low groan. Sleep was still heavy on his eyes, but in a strange quandary, he felt restless.
Kaz pulled himself out of bed and grabbing the crutch propped up on the nightstand began to hobble his way out of his quarters.
The first sound he heard were the calls of the seagulls roosting nearby. First light had yet to come, and the early morning hour was complete with a muggy gray gloom.
Like clockwork, he turned and headed to the one place he's been spending the majority of his time between sessions of therapy. Xiē-xīn must be up by now. He had committed to memory her usual routine, though he was not privy to reveal that fact to her. Right now, she was perhaps on the bridge overlooking the ocean. Perhaps it was on her way out from her bunker.
With her back to him, he approached, and with a small cough to alert her of his presence, he joined her. "Couldn't sleep much. I thought some air might do me some favors."
Intel had fallen in his lap about the possibility of Emmerich being sighted at the Afghanistan Central Base Camp. Though his leads would eventually turn up cold, in his haste for vengeance, Kaz made mistakes, and he paid the price for them.
It was why he and his unit were easily taken off-guard by the Parasite Unit: why he had lost both arm and leg in the ensuing chaos.
For a few days after, he had been holed up in some run-down shack. A torn dirty shirt was the only thing stemming off the bleeding. The pain had him fade in and out of consciousness between interrogations, torture, and humiliation. But in spite of that, he held in his mind the silhouette of a young woman. Xiē-xīn. God, he had given her some bullshit rambling about finding Emmerich. His betrayal had blindsided both of them, but maybe for her, it stung even more. After all, he could never really stand the bastard.
He didn't think he'd find his way back to her. And the thought of her never receiving at least a small amount of closure wounded him deeply.
But by some miracle, he found him: Snake.
For the first time in what felt like weeks, he saw again the light of day. He wasn't in any shape or form to ruminate on how he had taken it for granted; instead, his hatred for Cipher grew.
The angry and self-loathing man he had become was left for Xiē-xīn to deal with when he returned to Mother Base. While grabbing onto Snake, and yanking from a poor medic a crutch, he made known that she would be the only one to tend to his wounds.
Aside from Big Boss himself, only she had his full trust.
Glancing at the analog clock at his bedside, Kaz rumbled a low groan. Sleep was still heavy on his eyes, but in a strange quandary, he felt restless.
Kaz pulled himself out of bed and grabbing the crutch propped up on the nightstand began to hobble his way out of his quarters.
The first sound he heard were the calls of the seagulls roosting nearby. First light had yet to come, and the early morning hour was complete with a muggy gray gloom.
Like clockwork, he turned and headed to the one place he's been spending the majority of his time between sessions of therapy. Xiē-xīn must be up by now. He had committed to memory her usual routine, though he was not privy to reveal that fact to her. Right now, she was perhaps on the bridge overlooking the ocean. Perhaps it was on her way out from her bunker.
With her back to him, he approached, and with a small cough to alert her of his presence, he joined her. "Couldn't sleep much. I thought some air might do me some favors."
