[Otacon suddenly went rigid once he heard that voice. That voice. No, it couldn't be. It sounded like a man Hal once knew a long time ago now. Back when he was a younger less-experienced man.
Liquid Snake.
He swallowed hard and looked up from his MID and froze. Most of the colour had drained from his face but he didn't move from the spot. He was looking at a ghost.]
Re: omg Liquid!
Liquid Snake.
He swallowed hard and looked up from his MID and froze. Most of the colour had drained from his face but he didn't move from the spot. He was looking at a ghost.]
You. But- you're dead. You're meant to be dead.