He heard Ocelot’s accusations loud and clear as he rounded the corner, but the Fury did not care enough for the new blood to defend his honor against the Major’s distrust.
Because, he thought to himself, twisting gloved fingers around the handle of his flamethrower in nervous habit, Volgin shouldn’t trust Snake. Or Voyevoda.
The cosmonaut was not even sure he trusted the Boss, though he had every bit of faith in her, and nothing but the utmost respect. Trust was an impossible thing until he was certain of her motivations. It was all too suspicious, too sudden: abandoning the country she loved, defecting, striking a deal with someone like Volgin. Something was wrong about it. It went against her very nature.
Either way, the Fury knew that he and the others would stand by her no matter what, even if it meant following her to a certain death. He was not sure about Snake, but considered himself an excellent judge of character: the kid was average, if not a bit apathetic. Not Cobra material yet, but he had potential, however hidden it was.
As he stepped out into the bright afternoon, the Fury made a mental note to corner Voyevoda later and try to gain more information on her true motives for ‘defecting.’
Until then, the blue sky was a welcome reprieve from the harsh fluorescent lighting, even if it was tinted amber through his helmet. For now, he needed to find Lieutenant Io, and speak with him about the Krasnogorje patrol’s first real ‘mission’ in months, and give orders to bring the Composition 4 down from the mountainside armory. Destroying the old German’s prized greenhouse wasn’t much of a mission, but the unit would find it much more agreeable than patrolling the same mountain pass day in, day out.
Destruction and chaos was always preferable to the same boring routine.
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Because, he thought to himself, twisting gloved fingers around the handle of his flamethrower in nervous habit, Volgin shouldn’t trust Snake. Or Voyevoda.
The cosmonaut was not even sure he trusted the Boss, though he had every bit of faith in her, and nothing but the utmost respect. Trust was an impossible thing until he was certain of her motivations. It was all too suspicious, too sudden: abandoning the country she loved, defecting, striking a deal with someone like Volgin. Something was wrong about it. It went against her very nature.
Either way, the Fury knew that he and the others would stand by her no matter what, even if it meant following her to a certain death. He was not sure about Snake, but considered himself an excellent judge of character: the kid was average, if not a bit apathetic. Not Cobra material yet, but he had potential, however hidden it was.
As he stepped out into the bright afternoon, the Fury made a mental note to corner Voyevoda later and try to gain more information on her true motives for ‘defecting.’
Until then, the blue sky was a welcome reprieve from the harsh fluorescent lighting, even if it was tinted amber through his helmet. For now, he needed to find Lieutenant Io, and speak with him about the Krasnogorje patrol’s first real ‘mission’ in months, and give orders to bring the Composition 4 down from the mountainside armory. Destroying the old German’s prized greenhouse wasn’t much of a mission, but the unit would find it much more agreeable than patrolling the same mountain pass day in, day out.
Destruction and chaos was always preferable to the same boring routine.