Big Mama Metal Gear Novels & Stories

" She called with a big smile and rushed to me at once, hugging and jumping on me happily. "I missed you mom" She said, almost in tears while mom watched on with mixed emotions, Tyler looked shocked and the others did too? "Mom?" I heard him say. I ignored the questioning look on his face and proceeded to walk right past him as some guards helped with my luggages into the car. "Marvy, you have a kid?" "It's'we', you both have a kid" We suddenly hear Mr Bills voice and we turned to see him walking over to us and Mrs Bills standing right next to mom.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

We stepped into an unfamiliar hallway. At the end: a window. Outside, the estate burned from within: circuits melting, servers liquefying. Lila’s voice crackled through a hidden speaker: “Boss! Get out! The AI is purging everything!” We ran. Up smoke-choked stairs. Into the great room. Mamá stood in the center, holding Marco. Both alive. She looked at me. “I never took his cure. I played him. The gun was empty. I needed you to see.”

G mama announces and meelah breaks down like an egg. “End of discussion…..you guys can leave now” she instructs she gets up from the bed and walks towards the bathroom

Two of his lackeys stepped forward, the two of them were both sturdy. Mama Sarah didn't wait for them to attack, she moved swiftly and kicked one of them at his groin, and jabbed his chest. She grabbed the next lackey's hand, his face changed drastically before he could retaliate. Crack! The sound of broken bones echoed in the lonely area. “Argh!” he wailed like a child, Jim Kim and his lackeys were stunned, they looked at Mama Sarah, and the two people sprawled on the floor. Before they could regain their senses, they heard the car's engine roaring to life.

The new Cali abode, a sprawling mansion nestled in the heart of Palermo, was alive with activity as Mama was brought home. The grand foyer, with its soaring ceilings and marble floors, echoed with the sound of hurried footsteps and the low hum of voices. Jeremy’s security team moved with precision, clearing a path as Bala wheeled Mama inside, her expression calm but her eyes sharp. Elena followed close behind, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her unease growing with every passing moment.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.

The kids quieted, their curiosity piqued. “Someone from my past has resurfaced,” I said. “His name is Ricardo Mateu, and he’s not someone we can trust. I need all of you to be extra careful. Don’t talk to strangers, don’t go anywhere alone, and if you see anything unusual, tell us immediately.” Lisa frowned. “Is he dangerous?” “Yes,” I admitted. “But you’re safe here. We’re just taking precautions to make sure it stays that way.” Michael stepped forward, holding up the box of necklaces. “That’s why I’m giving each of you one of these. They’re tracking devices, disguised as jewelry. If anything happens, we’ll know where you are.”

When she sees the frown etched on my face, Madeline adds, "I guess she is fully traumatized, at least that's what the doctor said." Her mother is in the room with her. I see her hold her hands and bring it to her lips and then we pull away, moving towards the waiting area. Sunlight beams rises and falls against the white tiles and on the walls, it has formed the shape of constellations. “What do you think? They kidnapped her?" I ask. Madeline is the one who hears the office gossip most times, the one who first told me about Allysa James coming back from her trip to Danforth looking like a ghost and I think she's got theories of her own.

“Baby…” Damian did not speak. He watched the faces of the men in the room—two mercenaries, scarred, the sort of people whose eyes had learned to be empty. Between them, the van keys lay on a tin shelf like an offering. A soft mechanical chime came through Mia’s ear, distant on the radio. Movement at the far end of the depot. More vans. And then the impossible: a heat signature the size of a truck, massive and armored, moving into position to block the road behind the depot.