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Major Ocelot growled, slamming down the phone. He couldn't believe his luck.
It hadn't been more than a few days since the same man he was just ordered to help had throttled him to the ground, besting him completely - left him knocked out at the scene of the crime. Mr. American Soldier, Snake.
Some part of him wanted to ignore the orders. Sure he wouldn't harm the man, maybe play with him a little. Let him fend for himself in this convoluted scheme.
But Major Ocelot twirled his revolver casually through his fingers, eager to show him what for. How dare he make a mockery of him? Son of a legendary soldier, made Major at 20 years?
In fact, it didn't matter that he was bested. He was just caught off guard, after all. The revolver was a better match for him. He wasn't fully capable with the Makarov. But this time...
Heh, Major Ocelot grinned, kicking up his feet, letting the spurs jingle. He twirled his shiny new revolver with one hand, the other gripping his necklace. The jammed bullet from the Makarov. He wasn't supposed to purposefully harm Snake, but he at least wanted to see his defeated face before "taking his life". I'll show 'im.
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Major Ocelot narrowed his eyes, hiding behind a tree as he waited. He knew he heard The Boss talking with him, somewhere in the area. At that, Major Ocelot had ran back to the building, ready to jump him. It shouldn't take long now.
Cursing lightly, Major Ocelot peered back over the tree. He was getting tired of waiting. More and more of him told him to fuck off and try again in the morning.
There was a mechanical hum, the sound of a motorbike slowly approaching. It stopped, and two footsteps were heard planting the ground. Major Ocelot's veins burned with adrenaline, another eager eye poked around.
A figure was standing nearby. Not Snake. He was thinner, not nearly as muscular. A motorcycle hummed underneath him.
No way, Major Ocelot squinted, Another spy?
The Philosophers would have told him if there was another man joining them. It couldn't have been EVA, his other partner - he was out and about with Krushchev.
Thinking he should confront and resolve the issue before Snake came along, Major Ocelot stepped out, cocking his weapon at the offending figure. He twisted his head, regarding Major Ocelot through the helmet's dark visor.
"Who are you?" Major Ocelot demanded, in English, trying to see through into the helmet. A pointless endeavor, given it was nighttime, but Major Ocelot looked for minor details, something that could tell him who he was.
Instead, something else caught the corner of Major Ocelot's eye, turning his head in that direction. More?
For who knows how long, it was Snake, standing there confused and befuddled by the situation. Once aware of Major Ocelot's attention on him, he drew his gun and knife. Aiming at Major Ocelot.
Of course, Major Ocelot rolled his eyes. Bad mistake, as the other spy took that distracted chance to run at him. With the bike.
Shit! He cursed, shooting once and missing just next to the spy's shoulder. He collided into Major Ocelot, throwing him off balance and ramming the wheel into his face.
"AUGH," He grunted, slamming onto the ground. Just before so, he twisted his arm around, shooting again at the spy, grazing their leg.
That caused a high yelp of pain from him, making him twist and stop the bike from going further. At that, Major Ocelot rubbed at his stinging face, jumping back up and running over. He grabbed the spy, yanking them off and getting a good grip. There was a hint of a strange smell.
"Hah!" Major Ocelot announced triumphantly, pointing the gun at his head.
Another dark figure appeared just to his left. Damnit, not Volgin's men! Major Ocelot thought quickly, trying to think of what to do. He couldn't afford to let them see this, it would blow his cover with Volgin, making a huge mark on his ego as a spy himself.
"Whatever," He scowled, mostly to himself, turning the revolver over to shoot the man square in the head.
"M-Major?!" A shocked gasp was heard above, yanking an eye from the Major to see the source. A sniper was sitting on the roof. With another confident puff, Major Ocelot lifted his arm and shot that one as well, straight in the temple. Heh, long distance.
A rustle of bushes sounded behind him alongside the cocking of a gun. No time to turn around. Major Ocelot tilted his hand just a smidge, shooting a metal beam straight in front of him.
The bullet bounced upon it's surface with a clang, ricocheting and whizzing right past Major Ocelot's ear, landing with a satisfying grunt from the other soldier behind him.
Snake moved forward quickly, but Major Ocelot whipped his gun downward, shooting the ground at Snake's feet to stall him. After waiting a few seconds for any more intrusions, Major Ocelot grinned, placing the gun with a twirl, back onto the struggling man under his grasp.
"So, Snake," Major Ocelot glared at him through the dark, the moon highlighting his face just enough to make out the markings of camouflage, "We meet again."
"I see you've got a single action army," Snake commented with a rough voice, hands still poised to shoot whenever he found an opening.
"That's right," Major Ocelot smiled, "There'll be no accidents this time."
"You call that an accident?" Snake squinted, "Well it wouldn't have happened if you weren't showing off."
"What did you say?!" Major Ocelot gritted his teeth, blood boiling.
"It's a nice gun, I'll give you that," He continued, "But the engraving gives you no tactical advantage whatsoever."
"Unless you were planning on auctioning it off as a collector's item," He added snarkily, hints of a teasing smirk.
Major Ocelot flared. How dare he?!
"Shut up!" He growled, shifting his gun on the man in his grip, holding tighter, "You're in no position to-"
His hand was squeezing something.
"Wh-" Major Ocelot squeezed again, then pulled his hand away almost in disgust, "A female spy?!"
He sniffed. That was the smell.
"This bitch is wearing perfume," Major Ocelot announced, scoffing, "All prepped and ready to die for you!"
"I don't know her," Snake squinted, lowering his gun and looking back and forth between them. Major Ocelot squinted back at him, unsure of what to think of from the information. Then Snake smiled, "But it doesn't matter. You don't have what it takes to kill me."
Infuriated, Major Ocelot aimed at Snake.
"Die, dog!" He spat. Just the shoulder. He won't kill him, just harm him for the nerve he had.
Click! The gun sounded.
"Wha-" Major Ocelot looked at his gun, then tried to shoot again. And again. Nothing.
The spy under his arm took that chance to elbow him, knocking out his wind and following up with a swift kick in the face. He collided with the ground just as she ran to her bike, driving away. The Major seethed, turning his head to face Snake.
"Six shots," Snake smirked, looking down at him, "That thing only carries six shots. The Makarov has eight. You've got to have a feel for how many you have left-"
"Fuck you!" Major Ocelot spat, ripping the jammed bullet from his necklace and swiftly reloading, pointing it at Snake before he got any step closer.
"The jammed bullet," He grinned maliciously, picking himself up from the ground, "This time, I have you!"
"You saved that?" A hint of disbelief was on Snake's tongue, looking him over - especially the gun.
"Of course!" Major Ocelot spat, excitement filling his chest.
"I must have really bothered you," Snake grinned, shifting his stance into something closer to one used for fighting, "That you'd string it up like a trophy. Did you really enjoy being beat up-"
"Shut it!" Major Ocelot rasped, getting angrier and angrier. He cocked the gun, aiming straight at Snake's head. He could do it. He could beat him. He could win.
Snake, not seeing an opening for once from the Major's position, straightened his back again, thinking carefully. Something lit in his eyes. Curiousity.
"So... Who's side are you on anyway," Snake hummed, slowly, carefully moving closer.
"Wh- what?" Major Ocelot was searching his eyes, panicking a little, not noticing.
"Weren't those your own men you shot earlier?" Snake tilted his head to look at the fallen bodies, then back at the Major. He was closer, ready to jump him.
Fuck. Major Ocelot didn't move. Snake did it. He showed him up again. The Major never blew his cover. Ever.
But Snake had him cornered.
Major Ocelot aimed at Snake's head and pulled the trigger.
Snake jumped back at the loud bang in his ears, eyes wide. And then, with a quick survey of his self, confused hands searching... Realization hit - he was unharmed.
"It's a blank," A wide grin grew on Major Ocelot's face. There was silence. They stared at each other. The Major laughed, the sound echoing off the buildings and the trees, a sound Snake had not anticipated.
"La. Li. Lu. Le. Lo," Major Ocelot drew out each syllable, making sure Snake heard everything coming out of his mouth, throwing them like bricks straight at his face.
"What?" Snake looked shocked, eyes flickering. He didn't expect any of that, did he?
"That's what you're looking for, right?" The Major huffed, calming himself. He spun the revolver, lowering it and holstering, "You're looking for me."
"I am ADAM, the NSA 'codebreaker' who defected," Major Ocelot took another step forward, throwing his fingers at Snake, in the shape of guns, "But that's still Major Ocelot to you!"