"Laughing?"
Ocelot grimaced, looking at the smooth ice covering his weaponized fissure. "This isn't over, Snake! I have... blueprints! I have plans for a sinkhole on the next battlefield!" metal gear crack
A second later, the hangar fire suppression system engaged. Water sprayed down, instantly freezing on the sub-zero floor. The jagged crack filled with ice, smoothing over the dangerous gap. "Laughing
"Fine," Snake grunted. "I’m moving in." "Laughing?" Ocelot grimaced
The radio static in Solid Snake’s ear was heavier than usual, thick with the kind of white noise that sounded like a blizzard trapped in a tin can.