Crash and Burn
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Category:
+M through R › Metal Gear
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,991
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Metal Gear, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two~
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day
Let me be the one you call
If you jump, I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend your broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone...
Mason "Matrix" McCartney turned off her computer after talking to Otacon over the instant messenger. She knew she worried way too much about him since the death of his sister some six months before, but someone had to do it. Snake often asked her to have heart to heart chats with the shy scientist since she was better at getting inside a person's head and heart. Matrix had to admit that the psychology classes she took at the academy did help quite a bit in her daily life.
Getting up from her desk, she went down the long hallway to the master bedroom to change out of her red t-shirt and black capris and into her PJs that consisted of black tank top with the Playboy bunny logo and a pair of black hipster short shorts with "Playmate" written in white letters across the back. They had been a gag gift from her female co-workers who called her a "centerfold with brains". Honestly, the young woman considered herself to be a plain Jane though she had been told countless times how stunningly beautiful she was even though she wore eyeglasses.
Looking into the full length mirror, Matrix took in her appearance. Her figure was atheletic and curvy; generous cleavage, slim waist with very toned abdominals, womanly hips, and long muscular legs. Even her shoulders and arms were cut deeply to perfection. Her dark skin was deep honey in color and flawless. She often wore her long thick, dark mahogany brown-black hair in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back, her long bangs fell into her deep gray eyes. Full soft lips, high slightly sculpted cheekbones, and a slight Romanquese nose...Mason was truly a beauty to behold. But to the young woman, she didn't see what all the fuss was about.
After adjusting the tank so that her dangling butterfly belly ring showed, the doorbell rang. Otacon had finally arrived. She pushed her gunmetal wire frame glasses up on the bridge of her nose as she went to go answer the door. The five-foot-ten beauty opened the door and when Otacon caught sight of her, his cheeks turned bright red.
"Hey Hal," she said to him. "Come in, come in."
The scientist took a deep shaky breath and stepped into the large, spacious house. His nerves were getting the best of him for he did not expect to see his friend in such form-fitting, revealing apparel. 'Snake would enjoy this,' he thought to himself.'He did call me one lucky bastard for having her as a friend.'
Unbeknownest to Otacon, the night was about to get more interesting...
When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
You're caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day
Let me be the one you call
If you jump, I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend your broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone...
Mason "Matrix" McCartney turned off her computer after talking to Otacon over the instant messenger. She knew she worried way too much about him since the death of his sister some six months before, but someone had to do it. Snake often asked her to have heart to heart chats with the shy scientist since she was better at getting inside a person's head and heart. Matrix had to admit that the psychology classes she took at the academy did help quite a bit in her daily life.
Getting up from her desk, she went down the long hallway to the master bedroom to change out of her red t-shirt and black capris and into her PJs that consisted of black tank top with the Playboy bunny logo and a pair of black hipster short shorts with "Playmate" written in white letters across the back. They had been a gag gift from her female co-workers who called her a "centerfold with brains". Honestly, the young woman considered herself to be a plain Jane though she had been told countless times how stunningly beautiful she was even though she wore eyeglasses.
Looking into the full length mirror, Matrix took in her appearance. Her figure was atheletic and curvy; generous cleavage, slim waist with very toned abdominals, womanly hips, and long muscular legs. Even her shoulders and arms were cut deeply to perfection. Her dark skin was deep honey in color and flawless. She often wore her long thick, dark mahogany brown-black hair in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back, her long bangs fell into her deep gray eyes. Full soft lips, high slightly sculpted cheekbones, and a slight Romanquese nose...Mason was truly a beauty to behold. But to the young woman, she didn't see what all the fuss was about.
After adjusting the tank so that her dangling butterfly belly ring showed, the doorbell rang. Otacon had finally arrived. She pushed her gunmetal wire frame glasses up on the bridge of her nose as she went to go answer the door. The five-foot-ten beauty opened the door and when Otacon caught sight of her, his cheeks turned bright red.
"Hey Hal," she said to him. "Come in, come in."
The scientist took a deep shaky breath and stepped into the large, spacious house. His nerves were getting the best of him for he did not expect to see his friend in such form-fitting, revealing apparel. 'Snake would enjoy this,' he thought to himself.'He did call me one lucky bastard for having her as a friend.'
Unbeknownest to Otacon, the night was about to get more interesting...