Metal Gear Punished Snake Novels & Stories

I flinched in pain, but instead of screaming, I let out a low moan. “Oh yes! Baby, that’s so good,” I said, knowing that if I stroked his ego enough, he would come faster. He came with a loud grunt and then threw me out of the room. It had barely been 15 minutes! Not that I complained. I liked Snake. He was a sick bastard – like everyone else in this God-forsaken place – but at least he finished fast. The others could last for hours before I got rid of them, which was why I preferred Snake to anyone else...

he demanded harshly. Golden Snake, realizing the severity of the situation, tried to deflect blame, searching for someone else to shoulder responsibility. After much deliberation, he finally spoke up, "It must have been at the Gremlin Bar, that underground joint. A female dancer there gave the items to me. The seller never showed up in person." Originally, Golden Snake had considered blaming Charlie's mysterious assistant, but he held back upon recalling that the assistant was a level-nine powerhouse. Hearing this explanation, Eden reluctantly released his grip on Golden Snake.

And she just wanted to make something delicious to Aiden that she could find in his kitchen. “Fuck! You're a heartless man. You damned sniper!” Calistha cursed angrily while pounding her pillow brutally. But a second later she remembered the gun, and immediately took the black weapon from her cupboard. She wanted to let out all her annoyance right now by shooting something. After all she also had to keep practicing to hone her skills with weapons, and she felt this was the right time to do so.

One side of the chakram was greatly sharpened, and it was the seventh-grade weapon Caspian gained after killing Brayden of the top ten bandits. With a swishing sound, the chakram flashed with harsh light, and it instantly cut the snake's body open. Then, Caspian raised the Ghoul-Locker Spear with his other hand and pierced it through the cut in the top half of the Obsidian-Scaled Dragon Snake. That caused the entire snake's body to stretch open and extend out from its mouth. The Obsidian-Scaled Dragon Snake was immediately pierced by Caspian with its mouth wide open, and it was dead.

I explained. “The rifle is here!” David said, now standing beside the rifle. Yosef-hyung went to him and fish out gloves from his pocket before dismantling the rifle. “This is an M24 rifle, JD. Used by the U.S. military and one of the deadliest sniper rifle.” “They might have resources or a sponsor.” JD-hyung answered while still looking at the sniper. “How will we drag him down, hyung.” Danny-hyung asked. “The hotel staff might see us through the CCTV cameras.” Jaden added worriedly.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

Perfect spot for a showdown. “ Do you see anything? I don't spot shit.” I say. Silence. Then a chuckle and the sound of a gun being cocked. I turn around and come face to face with Snake.He’s smirking, but his eyes are cold, predatory. He’s got a gun pointed at me, his grip steady. “You’re dumber than I thought, Viper,” he says, his voice dripping with venom. “Walking right into this? You really thought you could outsmart me?” he mocks.

Dax hadn't stayed on the pier. The helicopter flared over the deck, the side door sliding open to reveal a figure hanging from a Rappel line. A flash-bang detonated near the containers, blinding Elena and my father. In the chaos, I dove for the Norton, but a heavy hand grabbed my ankle, dragging me back toward the edge of the railing. "You're not going anywhere, Ghost," a voice hissed in my ear. It wasn't a mercenary. It was Snake. He had a jagged scar across his throat where Dax had left his mark, and his eyes were wide with a manic, vengeful light. He held a flare gun to the Norton's fuel tank, his finger white on the trigger.

“Shoot the big, scary, talking snake, please!” The smaller man blinked once, then pointed his weapon. The heavy retorts of one of Roo’s borrowed M-16s sent the massive reptile slithering across the debris-strewn floor faster than either man thought possible. The snake gave one last angry hiss, then plowed head-first into a pool of water near the old reception desk in what was left of the lobby. Fernández slowly made his way toward the pool. “If I see another forked tongue or tail; I’m using the 40-Mike-Mike on ’em,” said Fernández.

Her tone was sharp, almost disgusted. Butcher remained silent, his face unreadable. He was the quiet one among them, only speaking when necessary. But no one mistook his silence for kindness—he was the most violent of all. "Who knows? Maybe Venom’ll want her for himself," Ghost smirked, deliberately provoking Snake. "That's bullshit," Snake snapped, glaring at her before storming off. "But look at that guy—he’s fine," Ghost said slyly, her gaze flicking toward Hardin. "I think I'll have a taste myself," Stalker chimed in with a mischievous grin. Hacker only rolled his eyes, unimpressed.