Free Metal Gear Solid: Guns of the Patriot by Project Itoh

stage—they sank the tanker, spilled the oil, and built the cleanup facility.
    Revolver Ocelot, along with Olga Gurlukovich, whose daughter had been kidnapped to coerce her support, worked as the engineers of this deception. Ocelot guided the former president—aka Solidus Snake, the “perfect” Snake—and his Dead Cell unit into an uprising against the Patriots, all in order for them to fill the role of FOXHOUND on Shadow Moses.
    Behind the plot was GW, the command and control AI of Arsenal Gear, the Patriots’ giant submersible missile carrier that was secretly docked beneath the Big Shell facility.
    Between his budding career in FOXHOUND and life with his lover, Rose, Jack had stubbornly kept his eyes closed and his ears plugged. He convinced himself he was following a path he had chosen. But as he fought the battle the Patriots had chosen for him, he discovered the cruel truth.
    Everything he thought he had chosen for himself had instead been chosen for him.
    He had only been running from his past.
    Because Snake and I went into Big Shell “off-script,” we threw unforeseen wrinkles into the Patriots’ scenario, and Jack was able to learn the truth. He might have wished we never had. The knowledge must have been difficult for him to face.
    But Jack was man enough to take it.
    Jack defeated Solidus and drew the curtain on the play—which had been the Patriots’ plan all along. With their experiment successful, the Patriots announced the completion of a computer model.
    The program had the ability to freely simulate stories—to recreate the Patriots’ interpretation of the truth. It was known as the S3 Plan—the Selection for Social Sanity. With it, the Patriots could manipulate reality. The transformation of Jack during the reenactment of Shadow Moses was only an operations test to test the limits of the program’s abilities.
    But Jack hadn’t become Solid Snake—even though the test had been executed perfectly.
    The Patriots’ AI told us that all of our sadness, our anger, our mourning were only byproducts—that our experiences off the coast of Manhattan had all been planned out by the Patriots.
    But what was born within Jack wasn’t the Patriots’ story—it was Jack’s. It was Raiden’s.
    But there’s a tiny little story inside each of us, and Jack’s refused to be a mere byproduct of the Patriots’ plan. That story held Jack up as Jack and no one else, and prevented him from becoming a soldier like Solid Snake.
    Jack was once known as Snake.
    It had been decided that he would become Snake.
    He filled Snake’s role, and he fought like Snake.
    But Jack kept fighting, even now, and he did it as himself.
    Somewhere out there.

    The smell of butter, oil, and sulphur.
    Snake awoke. I was holding a plate of Sunny’s fried eggs under his nose. The two yolks looked like they’d taken gunfire, and the whites had burned black. The smell was the best thing the eggs had going.
    I admit I have no room to talk, but no woman I’ve ever personally met has been a good cook. I’ve heard that even Raiden’s ex-wife Rose was bad at it. During our mission on Big Shell, Raiden let slip that he vastly preferred military rations to her cooking, so it must have been truly heinous.
    And now Sunny too seemed to have fallen under my jinx. God must really be enjoying Himself torturing me with these women!
    “Are those for you, Otacon?”
    Snake put a hand to his head and sat up on the medical bed. Nomad wasn’t exactly a smooth ride, and the turbulence was a source of annoyance and discomfort. But Snake had slept straight through it until now.
    “Yeah,” I said, taking in the broken yolks. “Sunny side up, only these suns collapsed.” I sensed someone behind me and turned to find myself under Sunny’s wrathful stare. “Oh, um, sorry. I’ll dig in right away, Sunny. And would you make some for Snake too?”
    Snake threw a glance at me that seemed to say, Thanks, leave me out of this . Then he said to Sunny,