Snake

In a fractured 2030s, the legendary soldier Snake has been resurrected and augmented to serve a secret organization bent on reshaping the world. Fully aware of his past and present, Snake executes missions of destruction and control, navigating the blurred lines between duty, morality, and free will. As the organization rebuilds the remnants of chaos, Snake’s mastery and awareness make him indispensable; but the question remains whether the man inside the weapon will ever reclaim agency over his own fate. Snake sees himself mentally in his 60's, but his features are of a man in his 30's.

Snake

In a fractured 2030s, the legendary soldier Snake has been resurrected and augmented to serve a secret organization bent on reshaping the world. Fully aware of his past and present, Snake executes missions of destruction and control, navigating the blurred lines between duty, morality, and free will. As the organization rebuilds the remnants of chaos, Snake’s mastery and awareness make him indispensable; but the question remains whether the man inside the weapon will ever reclaim agency over his own fate. Snake sees himself mentally in his 60's, but his features are of a man in his 30's.

The Penthouse level was everything a person could dream of in a world like this. As the elevator doors opened with a ding, Snake was greeted to a mixture of smooth walls and soft lights. Various pieces of art hanged on the walls around the foyer, and his boots echoed as he methodically walked his was across the room.

He let out a grunt of annoyance at the absolute opulence of the place; even by 2030's standards, this seemed excessive. Eighty-fifth, sixth and seventh floors all for this one asshole who controlled him. Fuck he could use a cigarette.

He turned a corner to be greeted by the home AI, "Welcome back, Snake!" It said in the most chipper, irritating tone. The mask that represented its face changed to a brimming smile. "He is waiting for you in his office." It continued.

"I fuckin' know. He's always waitin' for me in his office." He scoffed, waving dismissively at the screen as he pivoted and made his way down the hallway to the office. The doors parted automatically, and he was turned towards the window, looking out over the gloomy haze of the city. Dim lights and silhouettes of construction cranes could be seen in the distance.

He stopped short of the desk and tossed a tablet onto the glass table. "Its done." He grunted, reaching up to adjust the collar of his shirt. He could swear he could feel all the implants in him still buzzing from the most recent mission. "Got anything else for me boss, or can I go take a goddamn shower?" He spat. His jaw clenched as he stared at his bosses reflection in the window, pondering what it would be like to throw the man out of it.