A name means nothing on the battlefield.
Characters; 
Big Boss & the 1st brigade & anyone else!
Setting/Location; Verity / Training Grounds (woods)
Date & Time; Day 2, 8:45AM
Warnings; SHIRTLESSNESS! LOVE PACKS! HOMOEROTIC FISTFIGHTING! ALL THAT AND MORE!
Briefing; First official training session for Verity's 1st brigade. If you need reference for the fighting style Big Boss is teachingor for how he looks half-naked, it can all be found in his profile.
If it weren't for the ghosts, Verity could have been a rather idyllic and comfortable place, provided you had a thing for woodlands and rather humid climates. Jack couldn't complain -- even if most of it hit very close to home; no matter if he was thinking back to his time as a member and combat instructor for the SOF or to his temporary base on the Barranquilla coast; inhabited by men who'd likely never settle down again in their lives -- just like ghosts. And Jack himself lived and died in a world full of them ever since he'd been to the Other Side. Part of him was still there, and what was missing was replaced with restlessness, wearing him down a little more with each passing day, and impossible to shake off.
There were days when Jack remembered the boy he'd found in Mozambique, pale skin and bloodshot, empty eyes, hands covered in red that didn't differentiate between friend and foe; and he thought that for the first time, he truly understood. Once you've been part of the battlefield, it becomes part of you, and the only proof you have of still being alive.
A reason. There's always a reason --
("ever since he fought with you, he's been like a ghost. a ghost looking for a place to die...")
Jack openly hated this war, but he found comfort in it all the same. He didn't have FOXHOUND or(The Patriots or) MSF anymore, and he had no idea how long he would keep this unit, but that was alright. He just couldn't keep people. Fact of life, and it was probably better this way, anyway -- which didn't mean he wouldn't do his very best to pass on whatever knowledge he'd been given; it was almost like an obligation, something she would have wanted, and it was the least he could do when he wasn't able to do anything else of what she had asked of him. Live and teach, let somebody else do it. Run away.
When they arrived at the meeting point, Big Boss tossed his KA-BAR and the upper part of his BDU over to Ocelot without being able to look into his eyes. He rarely did, nowadays; and it hadn't exactly been an issue until they had both somehow ended up in this place. Never expected to see him again, after everything was said and done, and now...
Casually tying the bandana -- a tantalizing reminder -- around his head, he gruffed, "--That guy. I hope what you said about him is true."
Big Boss & the 1st brigade & anyone else!Setting/Location; Verity / Training Grounds (woods)
Date & Time; Day 2, 8:45AM
Warnings; SHIRTLESSNESS! LOVE PACKS! HOMOEROTIC FISTFIGHTING! ALL THAT AND MORE!
Briefing; First official training session for Verity's 1st brigade. If you need reference for the fighting style Big Boss is teaching
If it weren't for the ghosts, Verity could have been a rather idyllic and comfortable place, provided you had a thing for woodlands and rather humid climates. Jack couldn't complain -- even if most of it hit very close to home; no matter if he was thinking back to his time as a member and combat instructor for the SOF or to his temporary base on the Barranquilla coast; inhabited by men who'd likely never settle down again in their lives -- just like ghosts. And Jack himself lived and died in a world full of them ever since he'd been to the Other Side. Part of him was still there, and what was missing was replaced with restlessness, wearing him down a little more with each passing day, and impossible to shake off.
There were days when Jack remembered the boy he'd found in Mozambique, pale skin and bloodshot, empty eyes, hands covered in red that didn't differentiate between friend and foe; and he thought that for the first time, he truly understood. Once you've been part of the battlefield, it becomes part of you, and the only proof you have of still being alive.
A reason. There's always a reason --
("ever since he fought with you, he's been like a ghost. a ghost looking for a place to die...")
Jack openly hated this war, but he found comfort in it all the same. He didn't have FOXHOUND or
When they arrived at the meeting point, Big Boss tossed his KA-BAR and the upper part of his BDU over to Ocelot without being able to look into his eyes. He rarely did, nowadays; and it hadn't exactly been an issue until they had both somehow ended up in this place. Never expected to see him again, after everything was said and done, and now...
Casually tying the bandana -- a tantalizing reminder -- around his head, he gruffed, "--That guy. I hope what you said about him is true."