Well, I suppose…
“Didn’t realize that you were so funny, Para-medic….”Me…neither?

“Must be from all of those…”comedy movies” that you watch.”
(Source: giant-midget)
“MGS3 makes me cry every single time. She did so much for her country and no one will ever know.”This is me every time:
son-of-the-boss started following you
He stared at him, grasping his blade carefully. “Listen to yourself, Snake. You’re crazy.”

“And how exactly am I the crazy one here!?”
“You come in here telling me that the Soviets don’t exist anymore and you’re calling me crazy?….Look kid…er…robot…I’m clearly not who you think I am so stop acting like you know me.”
(Source: lightning-of-revengeance)
son-of-the-boss started following you
Snake’s unusual questioning had him pondering for moments, before he understood. He was under the delusion that he was Big Boss. But Raiden himself knew that Big Boss was indeed dead. Or, what he thought anyway. “You really are getting old, aren’t you, Snake..?”
He flipped the direction of his blade and held it forward, point aimed for Snake.“Soviets.. The Soviet Union is long gone.”

“That’s impossible! We’re in the middle of the cold war, you just want me to believe that the Soviets are gone?!”
(Source: lightning-of-revengeance)
son-of-the-boss started following you
On instinct, he pulled his blade and held it in a reverse grip, left hand grasping the near the butt end of the hilt. “What do you mean, Snake?.. Raikov? What kind of trick are you trying to pull, huh?”
He squinted his eyes and crouched down a bit. “You know what I’m capable of.. I’m not afraid to demonstrate.”

“A sword huh? Not exactly the best weapon of choice when someone pulls a gun at ‘ya”
“And stop talking like you know me, do you work for the Soviets? Who are you!? ANSWER ME!”
(Source: lightning-of-revengeance)
son-of-the-boss started following you
“Snake? What are you doing here?” Raiden asked the other man.

“Hm? How do you know my name?…You look sort of like that Raikov guy…but you can’t be….he didn’t have all of those weird metal parts to him…”
“Just who are you?”
Oh Raiden how you have changed from some pretty-boy-pussy-who-complained-about everything-living-in-snakes-shadow-and-ran-around-naked
INTO
A slice-n-dice-show-no-mercy-cut-everything-in-your-path-like-a-badass-cyborg-ninja-on-a-quest-for-vengeance-hero.
Upopular opinion time!
I sort of liked the pretty-boy-pussy-who-complained-about everything-living-in-snakes-shadow-and-ran-around-naked era better.
((I like them both, sure the new Raiden is cooler but the old one had that rookie charm and Raiden ain’t no Gray fox that’s for sure.))
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On instinct, he pulled his blade and held it in a reverse grip, left hand grasping the near the butt end of the hilt. “What do you mean, Snake?.. Raikov? What kind of trick are you trying to pull, huh?”
“Snake? What are you doing here?” Raiden asked the other man.