//mission 5// [video/action]

[cardboard_boss]

....we gotta get it out......[The feed is knocked on accidentally to show a writhing, sweating Venom Snake clutching at the sheets of his bed obviously having some sort of nightmare. His breathing is ragged and his words are spilling uncontrollably from his lips, as he battles in his dream.]

.....no time....no time for anaesthetic....we-we have to open her now......

[More crying out in pain. What was he dreaming about? He is in pain, it's all over his face, as he winced during a bad scene in the dream.]

...Boss!...b-breathing's stable.....no active....no active bleeding.....she's clean I'm closing her up......

[Snake grabbed his sheet and let out another ragged cry of pain. Ripping the sheet clean off the bed, beads of sweat on his brow.]

.....hold her steady....got to be a- continuous suture....

...n-no! Huey...no! you bastard.....

[Snake ripped the bed sheets in two, as he eyes snapped open and a silent scream left his lips. He awoke to the sound of DD barking loudly, obviously upset at seeing his master having a nightmare. He jumped onto the bed and began licking at Snake's face. What the hell? He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His dream felt real. Too real. He wasn't aboard the helicopter now and Paz was no longer there. Big Boss was there neither. Kaz, Chico.....everyone gone. He was aboard the Moira. A nightmare. Another flashback. He wiped his forehead and felt sweat there. How long would these dreams effect him? He petted DD and tried to reassure him. Damn.]

Comments

[takeitslow]

Seems like a little more than a bad dream.

[He says it lightly, but he's seen his little sister have nightmares that jarred her less than that.]

[cardboard_boss]

It's my past catching up with me. PTSD is a bitch. [It certainly was. Can you tell this guy has nightmares often? He has shrapnel sticking out of his head and is sort of mucked up. Not his fault though.]

Didn't mean to wake you if I did.

[takeitslow]

I know I've said it before, but the doctors we got here are pretty good.

[He's not really sure what PTSD is, the diagnosis hasn't entered the public eye yet in his time.]

I was up. I don't sleep much.

[cardboard_boss]

Yeah. I'll take your word on that.

[Doc Yewll had seen to his arm and helped stem the infection after the Scraplets attacked his arm.]

Is it travelling so fast that keeps you up?

[takeitslow]

I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe it's just that I think too much to sleep. Or maybe I'm just one of those people who don't need a lot of sleep.

[He can't remember a time when he really slept well, through a whole night without some illness affecting him. It's not something that's ever bothered him.]

[cardboard_boss]

Thinking too much is always never good.

[He was lightly teasing, since Ahab did a lot of thinking of his own these days.]

[takeitslow]

[He laughs lightly.]

Depends. Maybe it gives me time to develop my genius.

[cardboard_boss]

Genius, huh? Right.

[He doesn't buy that, Peter. Sorry. Ahab won't be stroking your ego this time.]

[takeitslow]

Dude, yes! Of course I am.

[Honestly, no. He totally knows he's the dumbest kid in his family and he's happy with that.]

[cardboard_boss]

[Yeah, right, Peter. Snake may be older than you but he isn't stupid.]

Keep telling yourself that, kid. You may be fast but you're no genius.

[takeitslow]

How do you know? Are you a genius? Have you ever seen me do smart stuff?

[cardboard_boss]

I'm no genius. Just a soldier doing my job. [Yeah. Sort of killing enemies and completing missions.]

Show me. This smart stuff bullshit. [He's teasing lightly.]

[takeitslow]

Dude I'm not just going to show off. I'm not even in a lab or anything.

[Smart people live in labs, right?]