Author's Note: The beginning will play out very similar to MGSV, but I plan on diverging from the story from there, what I plan on doing is a re-imagining of MGSV as a story about Big Boss. So this story goes on the assumption that MGSV did not happen, there will be no Venom snake or Quiet, but there will be young sniper wolf and Eli, along with some other characters and whatnot. I Hope you like it!


Chapter 1

He awoke in pieces. Opening his eyes slowly, he felt the unfamiliar sting of sunlight on his sensitive pupils; it was the only sensation he was aware of. Still processing the fact he was awake, the only thing he saw in the blurry vision of his good eye was a set of spinning blades. The helicopter, oh god what happened?

Like waking from a nightmare, he tried to jolt his body up from the bed he could now feel himself lying on. But he did not move. He listened to his panicked heartbeat grow louder and faster while memories of battle and death rushed back into his empty mind. By now he could hear the quiet hum of what he finally recognized as a ceiling fan, and soon the sound of a nearby radio reached his ears.

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when...

The soothing music got louder, whoever was carrying the radio was coming closer. He closed his eyes nearly all the way; years of training told him to be cautious, he wasn't necessarily among friends. He pretended to sleep while spying on the approaching nurse.

Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend...

The nurse put the radio on the desk next to him.

Which came as some surprise, I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago...

She went about her work with the carefree-ness of someone unsupervised. Chewing gum or tobacco, she had the otherwise blank expression of someone working on autopilot, simply going through the motions as she changed his sheets and checked his condition.

Oh no, not me I never lost control...

When she went to move a flower arrangement he tested the limits of his frozen neck muscles and turned his head to the side. Sure enough she didn't even notice. He saw the familiar red cross patch on her sleeve and felt relieved. His enemies were not the type to bother with such trivialities. Chances were good she didn't even know who he was. As he prepared to make himself known he realized he faced a new problem: how to attract the attention of such a dispassionate nurse.

You're face... to face... With The Man Who Sold The World...

He waited, gathered his strength, and when she finally glanced at him he pulled his head up. Hearing her surprised shriek he dropped back onto the pillow. He had no energy left.

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home...

The tip tap of her running down the hall gave him an amused sense of accomplishment. Kept you waiting huh?

But his cheerful mood did not last. He wondered how long he had slumbered.

I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed...

Mental and physical exhaustion overtook him and he felt the squeezing embrace of unconsciousness once more.

I gazed a gazely stare... At all the millions here... We must have died alone, a long long time ago...

The music faded in and out while his sight dimmed. But he could now see clearly the vision of mother-base in flames. A doctor pried open his right eye.

A cry of rage was trapped in his throat, it seared his flesh from inside with twice the intensity of a half-remembered explosion. For now his only outlet was the jerking of eyeballs and tensing of muscles as he rebelled against his cage. He wanted to scream at the world he was not dead, that it had failed to kill him.

Who knows? not me, we never lost control...

And as he drifted unwillingly back to sleep only one thing was on his restless mind. Revenge.

You're face... to face... With the Man who Sold the World