Not Your Kind Of People (Raiden x Reader - Metal Gear)

Lightning

Part XIII

"Alright, everybody, here's the plan," Mei Ling begins, as she stands in front of the crowd in the briefing room of the Missouri. Several people have come to the meeting, Otacon and Snake among them. You've attended, too, if only because you need to know what course of action will be taken to end all this, despite your mind is occupied by other matters. "We know Haven will have to surface in order to fire the rail gun. When it does, the Missouri will see it. We'll make a quick approach and deliver a strike team. Our goal is twofold, prevent that nuke from launching and wipe out GW's programming. The enemy relies entirely on electronic means of threat detection so they won't be able to see the Missouri until they surface. We'll launch the strike team from catapults at the exact moment Haven's armored cover opens. They'll penetrate GW's physical server room and infect it with a worm cluster."

You give a tired sigh, feeling the ache in every muscle of your body. That's easier said than done but you have to accomplish the mission, no matter how difficult it gets. You're the only ones who can stop Liquid now and everyone's counting on you.

Someone touches your shoulder and you glance at Snake, who's holding an oxygen mask in his other hand. He nods, giving you an encouraging look and you have to wonder from where he draws the strength to keep going.

"He'll be fine," he says, and you try to find comfort in his words even when your mind is full of dread and worry. Raiden will be fine, right? He's strong. He lives despite the fact he should have died in Shadow Moses. His condition is not the best, though, and he's severely injured but you're grateful that he's still breathing.

"But what if they shut down GW before we get in there?" A blonde man with sunglasses asks, drawing Mei Ling's attention.

"Liquid is already entrenched within the Patriot's network. He needs to stay there, or destroying JD won't serve him any purpose. They can't afford to have GW shut down," she explains, pacing around with arms crossed.

Abruptly, Meryl stands up from her seat and regards the brunette woman with an accusative frown. "And let's not forget, Liquid will throw everything he's got at stopping the strike team."

She's got a good point there. There's no way you'll be able to keep the infiltration a secret from Liquid, and he'll do everything in his power to stop you from reaching GW. It's suicidal, but there aren't many options left. 

"Exactly," Mei Ling agrees, a dire foreshadow in her brown eyes. "The corridor leading to GW is defended by directed-energy weapons that emit certain types of microwaves."

What?

"Did you say... microwaves?" The blonde man sitting next to Meryl sounds deeply concerned, and you can't blame him. Radiation is something not many want to mess with.

"That's right, and at that frequency the waves will start to evaporate any living person within range."

Everybody exchanges looks of concern but Snake remains oddly calm about the whole thing. "A giant microwave oven. You'd have to have a death wish to go in there. Sounds like the perfect job for me."

Meryl huffs and turns to him with a glare. "Snake, this isn't the time for your stupid jokes!"

Snake can only shrug at the red-haired woman's reply before he goes back to the oxygen mask without a word. But you see it in his eyes, he's not joking— there's something that tells you he intends to go there and spare the rest such a heavy weight on their shoulders.