Metal Gear Dd Novels & Stories

Metal ripping, glass breaking. Gunfire everywhere. I pressed my face against the floorboards, my hands locking around the fabric of Dante’s tactical vest. The metal beneath us vibrated violently with every acceleration of the engine. Above us, the remaining windows exploded, raining sharp fragments onto Dante’s back. He didn't even flinch. His weight stayed heavy and solid over mine, an iron shield cutting off my view of the slaughter outside. I could taste the copper tang of blood in my mouth, mixed with the freezing rain spraying through the ruined frame of the vehicle.

yet. Outside the Walls stood a column of armored artillery, each bearing the colors of their respective ADFs. The Solar ADF M1 Abrams and Cromwell tanks being black and blue while the futuristic armored beam tanks of the Gemminite being bright blue and gold. In the opened cupola of the Gemminite vehicles stood bright blue droids with golden skull face plates. Red lights emanated from its empty eye sockets. Green lensed monofocals were attached on their left eyes, displaying yellow corsairs at the advancing Dusk Riders.

The gun feels heavy and cold. I narrow my eyes at the moving targets - not paper, but metallic figures shaped like men. They move through the abandoned facility like ghosts. The air smells like old bullets and decayed substances. Broken glass crunches under our feet. “Shoot now,” Gideon roars. His breath is warm on my neck. "You're not killing. You're surviving." I try to focus, but his military ID tags dig into my back when I lean against him. The metal feels sharp through my thin shirt.

I got to my car and went to the boot. I opened it and pushed a button installed by the right panel of the boot. A shiny black metal tray filled with my favorite weapons slid up as the fake floor of the boot part. I picked up a Pit Viper Nine Millimeter with a twenty-one round capacity and a Barretta Nine Thousand S. Also a twenty-one round capacity. I put them in my shoulder holster and strapped it on. I grabbed Karambits and also with their sheath. I pushed the button and the tray of death tools slid down and the false floorboards closed.

The Next Trap As we moved deeper into the relay, the walls shifted, revealing concealed turrets and drone ports. "AMBUSH!" Vanessa shouted, diving for cover as a turret fired a concentrated energy beam. Chaos Unleashed Damien fired sharply, hitting a weak spot in the turret’s base and disabling it. "EMP!" Rook barked, tossing another grenade, wiping out a wave of drones that emerged from the side corridors. "I’m trying to shut the system down!" Kyle yelled, working on a control panel while bullets ricocheted off the walls around him. "Work faster!" Vanessa snapped, taking out another drone with her rifle.

As they rounded a corner, a massive figure stepped into their path—a guard clad in advanced tactical armor, a heavy machine gun in his hands. “Down!” Damian yelled, pushing Sage behind a crate as the guard opened fire. Bullets tore through the air, sparks flying as they ricocheted off the walls. Damian and Maya returned fire, but the guard’s armor absorbed the brunt of their shots. “This guy’s a tank!” Maya growled. Sage’s mind raced. The guard’s visor glowed faintly, a sign of the thermal optics integrated into his helmet. She spotted a ventilation panel above his head, the faint hiss of pressurized gas escaping from it.

The heavy, humid air of the glowing jungle smelled of ozone, scorched armor, and the metallic tang of blood. Dax didn’t lower his SMG. He took a slow, deliberate step toward the lowered ramp of the Dreadnought-Crawler, his boots sinking an inch into the bioluminescent mud. Beside him, I kept my hand hovering near my data-deck, the sapphire Origin-Code still humming in my veins from the feedback loop I’d just broadcasted.

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

I howled, rage igniting through panic, my fingernails clawing into someone’s arm, biting down when I felt leather and flesh under my teeth. Another car screeched to a halt. For a heartbeat, the whole world froze. The driver’s side opened. A pair of polished black shoes stepped out. And then— “Zenya?” I barely recognized him, dressed in full black, hair damp, eyes unreadable behind that calm, glacial stare. He didn’t say a word. He just reached into his coat, pulled out his gun, and started shooting. One. Two. Three. Each shot a perfect execution. No hesitation.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A