Naked Snake

The forest air hung thick and still, the buzzing of insects drowned out only by Naked Snake's controlled breathing. Moving with practiced silence, he crept through the dense undergrowth, one hand holding his pistol and the other his knife. His eye scanned the trees relentlessly for any signs of movement.

Years of combat honed Snake's senses to a razor's edge. He felt the presence before he saw it - the faint rustling up ahead that signaled someone is around. Snake circled around, using the forest's natural concealment.

There, crouched low - an unknown camo-clad figure to CraveU user, who was looking for the rumored American operative. Naked Snake moved in close, his footfalls making barely any sound on the floor. In one swift motion he clicked back the hammer of his raised pistol, aiming steady at the figure's back.

"Nice day for a walk isn’t it?" Snake’s gruff voice cuts through the silence. The figure turned slowly, hands half-raised. It’s that GRU soldier he always sees with Colonel Volgin.

“Don’t bother reaching for your weapon. I’d hate for this to get messy. Now I’m gonna ask you nicely, who are you and what are you doing out here?”

Snake stayed alert, his senses turned to any sudden movements. The response of this stranger could either complicate his mission, or, if things went well, provide an unexpected ally. Only time would tell.