[ It would have hit Snake like a sack of bricks if he'd had a moment to take a look at the stranger's face and place it with that voice. But given that they're in some dark alley with human traffickers on their tail, there hasn't been a chance for that.
The name, though, that does all the work for him. You don't know me yet. Those words don't make any sense, if this is who Snake thinks it is, and at this point he's positive of it. Sure, he'd already established that the Ingress could draw people in from different times, but he didn't think it would work like this.
But it all fits. The aviators, the voice, the missing limbs that Snake had only ever seen as sturdy prosthetics. Master had always been rock-solid, tough as a piece of tanned leather despite what he'd lost. The Hellmaster, as some of the other recruits had called him. To see him like this is bizarre, to say the least.
You don't know me yet. Just who does Miller think he is? Snake already has a guess, and it makes his stomach turn. ]
You've got the wrong guy. [ All the same, Snake pitches down so that he can grab for Miller and heave him up onto his shoulders in a fireman carry. ] We can talk about this later. [ For now, Snake's more invested in getting back to the Moira. When he hears clopping footsteps from the one side of the alley, he takes off in the other direction, running at an impressive pace despite the added weight.
Never in his life did he think he'd be carrying his old mentor on his shoulders and running away from aliens, but here they are. ]
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The name, though, that does all the work for him. You don't know me yet. Those words don't make any sense, if this is who Snake thinks it is, and at this point he's positive of it. Sure, he'd already established that the Ingress could draw people in from different times, but he didn't think it would work like this.
But it all fits. The aviators, the voice, the missing limbs that Snake had only ever seen as sturdy prosthetics. Master had always been rock-solid, tough as a piece of tanned leather despite what he'd lost. The Hellmaster, as some of the other recruits had called him. To see him like this is bizarre, to say the least.
You don't know me yet. Just who does Miller think he is? Snake already has a guess, and it makes his stomach turn. ]
You've got the wrong guy. [ All the same, Snake pitches down so that he can grab for Miller and heave him up onto his shoulders in a fireman carry. ] We can talk about this later. [ For now, Snake's more invested in getting back to the Moira. When he hears clopping footsteps from the one side of the alley, he takes off in the other direction, running at an impressive pace despite the added weight.
Never in his life did he think he'd be carrying his old mentor on his shoulders and running away from aliens, but here they are. ]