“Yes, I see it.” The Fury replied finally, eyeing the rippling air beside him suspiciously. “Or he, actually. He always had this theory that fallen comrades fight alongside their living counterparts even after they die. Now, he won’t leave us alone. Sort of charming, really.”
It was easier to let himself believe the phenomenon was a by-product of his insanity, just like all the doctors had claimed. When the Fear and the Pain admitted seeing the same apparition, and the End eventually conferred the Cobra Unit was being haunted by their fallen comrade, it was harder to plead lunacy.
Then, it was all taken in stride. The unit had seen far stranger things, in their days.
Of course, the all meant that the Fury had to let go of everything he thought he knew about life and death, and on some levels, even the very nature of the universe.
After that, it was easy enough to accept.
The cosmonaut didn’t even flinch when the ghost materialized beside him.
“Well fuck, I suppose I should introduce you two or something…” He trailed, watching the two watch each other. It would have been amusing, if not for how pale to Major had become. Really, the kid looked as though he was about to pass out, and the Fury smirked “Oh, I see you’ve already met. Wonderful. Saves me the formalities.”
Curiously, he eyed the Sorrow, floating just above the hard wood floor. “Comrade, would you mind if I? I’m curious, that’s all.” The medium wouldn’t have minded in life, the Fury thought, but perhaps death changed things. Cautious, he reached out to touch the apparition, completely perplexed as his gloved hand passed right through the ghost’s torso.
“Interesting.” The cosmonaut muttered, recoiling from the coldness that chilled him to the bone.
He nudged Ocelot with his foot. "Breathe, kid, before you hit the floor. You're white as a...ghost."
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Date: 2006-10-30 06:40 pm (UTC)It was easier to let himself believe the phenomenon was a by-product of his insanity, just like all the doctors had claimed. When the Fear and the Pain admitted seeing the same apparition, and the End eventually conferred the Cobra Unit was being haunted by their fallen comrade, it was harder to plead lunacy.
Then, it was all taken in stride. The unit had seen far stranger things, in their days.
Of course, the all meant that the Fury had to let go of everything he thought he knew about life and death, and on some levels, even the very nature of the universe.
After that, it was easy enough to accept.
The cosmonaut didn’t even flinch when the ghost materialized beside him.
“Well fuck, I suppose I should introduce you two or something…” He trailed, watching the two watch each other. It would have been amusing, if not for how pale to Major had become. Really, the kid looked as though he was about to pass out, and the Fury smirked “Oh, I see you’ve already met. Wonderful. Saves me the formalities.”
Curiously, he eyed the Sorrow, floating just above the hard wood floor. “Comrade, would you mind if I? I’m curious, that’s all.” The medium wouldn’t have minded in life, the Fury thought, but perhaps death changed things. Cautious, he reached out to touch the apparition, completely perplexed as his gloved hand passed right through the ghost’s torso.
“Interesting.” The cosmonaut muttered, recoiling from the coldness that chilled him to the bone.
He nudged Ocelot with his foot. "Breathe, kid, before you hit the floor. You're white as a...ghost."