The Big Book Of Video Game Imagines

Peace - (Kazuhira Miller X Reader) (Metal Gear)

The constant rhythmic beating sound of the heart monitor woke me from my deep slumber. My deep dark (E/C) eyes were blinded by the white lighting in the room. My body ached as I did my best to sit up; My lower abdomen burned underneath the thick blankets that covered my lower body. I quickly ripped them off to reveal my severely bruised and bandaged legs and abdomen; a gasp escaped my lips as I brought my hands to lightly touch my battered body, but the very light graze of my fingertips made me wince in pain.

I didn't notice that the heart monitor had sped up and made a completely different sound. Shallow breaths escaped my lips as I looked at my bare arms and chest. Stitches littered my arms and chest; they were jagged and long, they made me sick with worry and disgust. I looked all over the room to find some type of explanation for my being, but all I found was bloody gauze on the table next to me. My mind was racing, running many miles a minute. I gripped my head as the questions started to pour in: What happened to me? Where am I? But one question bugged me the most: Who am I?

As if on cue, the door to the room opened and in rushed two nurses with three men quickly trailing behind them. The nurses rushed towards me, their facial expressions were void. They were talking very fast and loud in a way that made my head hurt. One of the nurses quickly grabbed my arm , but I reacted quickly, not out of pain, but fear.

"Miss, hey you need to calm down." Her gripped tightened on my arm while I quickly turned to the other who was going to stick me with a needle.

I quickly grabbed the nurse's wrist and squeezed it before twisting it, receiving cry of pain; I quickly snapped her arm and shoved her to the ground while I felt a tiny prick in the side of my neck. The other nurse stuck me with the needle and was about to inject me with its contents, but I pulled it out and stuck it in her neck, injecting her with all its contents before pushing her to the ground; she was out in a matter of seconds. My arms and abdomen burned and bled from some of my stitches bursting open.

I was pulled back into reality when I heard the sound of a gun clicking. I snapped my head in the direction of the noise and was faced with one of the men pointing a revolver in my face. I held my breath as his emotionless gray eyes bore deep into mine. His eyes were on the other side of the barrel and I knew he would pull the trigger if I gave him a reason to. My hands gripped the bedsheets until my knuckles turned white.

"Put the goddamn gun down, she won't try anything if we don't do anything to her." The man with the sunglasses spoke bitterly as the man before me let out a heavy sigh before giving me a nasty look and holstering his gun. I eyed the man who was about to shoot me as he helped the nurses leave the room to receive some medical treatment. The nurse with the broken arm looked back at me with terror before quickly rushing out the room whimpering.

"She's a fighter, I'll give her that." The man with the red scarf spoke with slight amusement as he stood next to the other two men. They all had their eyes fixed on me as I observed them very closely.

The man with the revolver and red scarf was definitely American, he screamed it with his western style giddup; he must have an interest for cowboys or something close to that. I could tell in his eyes that he was ruthless, but a hint of mercy was hidden behind the death that followed him. His stance spoke of overconfidence and power that he craved. The man with the eye patch made me nervous under his icy, but sympathetic gaze. He was tall and he was geared up for battle, like a soldier. Many scars littered his face and a shard of material was lodged in his skull. His eye patch was on his right eye; he had most definitely seen the horrors of war . His guns stayed in their holsters, but he looked ready to act in any given moment. His face... It seemed so familiar, yet so foreign to my memory.

The man in the sunglasses stood between the other two, calm as a steady rainfall, and smooth as an ocean's currents. He was just as tall as the others, but he was disadvantaged with the forearm crutch on his left arm. His right arm was gone, but the right sleeve of the jacket just hung by his side as if his limb was still there. He looked to be a high ranking person by the uniform he wore under his trenchcoat. I couldn't see his eyes; I couldn't see the real him. The sunglasses stood in the way of me finding comfort that this man won't hurt me and that made me shutter.

The room was once again filled with a silence that was choking me to the point where I just wanted to scream. The men looked at each other before turning back to me.

"Boss, tell me again where you found this woman." The cowboy said as he took a step closer towards me. I slightly flinched away, pushing myself closer to the wall next to the bed. My legs were screaming with pain, but I only winced and hid my pain witg an emotionless expression.

"I found her in Afghanistan, near the Aabe Shifap Ruins; She was just lying out in the middle of the of nowhere." He folded his arms across his chest, eyeing me up and down, "She was barely conscious when I got to her, and barely had any clothes on her."

I was getting ready to tell him something, but when I couldn't find the words or my voice I just shut my mouth. They waited for me to speak, but when I didn't speak a word, they sighed in frustration.

"What's your name?" You speak English?" The man named Boss asked me; I couldn't answer him, because I didn't know my own name. I stared at him wide-eyed before grunting and gripping my head in response.

"What happened to you?" The cowboy spoke as he approahed me closer. I reached the other side of the be and couldn't move any further or I would have fallen out of the bed. He pointed at my body and then looked into my eyes. They look concerned instead of emotionless from just moments before.

"She's not going to speak. We might as well leave, we're just wasting our time." The man with the sunglasses finally spoke and his voice... it rattled my brain to the point of a headache. He adjusted his stance as he pointed his crutch at me. He must've been eyeing me closely, because I could feel his eyes burn through me to the core. "Ocelot, Snake, let's go."

The men stared at me, then turned on their heels and began to walk towards the door. The man with the crutch was so familiar, yet so foreign to my memory, that upset me; I wanted to know more about him and that one with the eye patch. Just as they were walking out the door, Boss or Snake, spoke in a hushed tone almost too quiet for my ears, but I heard the word: "Kaz" and my head immediately started to pound with a pain so severe, I wanted to scream and cry.

"Your name. Kazuhira. What is it?" I asked as I leaned against the counter of the bar, sipping my drink. His small smirk turned into a small smile as he eyed me.

"It's Japanese. My mother gave me my name." His blue eyes danced over my features before returning to my bright (E/C) eyes. "It means 'Peace'. Pretty clever if you think consider the events of when I was born."

"Indeed it is. I like it, it's a name with a meaning. Hopefully you'll live up to it."

I quickly shuffled in my bed, trying to get his attention, but nothing was working. I swung my legs over my bedside and flinched when the tips of my toes touched the freezing gray tiles. I knew my legs were going to give out on me, but I needed to try. I pushed myself off my bed and I immediately collapsed to the floor, letting out a cry of pain.

They were already through the door and just when it was about to close I had to use my voice. I only had to speak one work to get them to stop in their tracks: "Peace".

They turned around and re-entered the room. I looked up at them with pain in my eyes as I put pressure on my abdomen. I repeated myself, but only staring at the man whose name meant peace. Snake quickly rushed to my side with Ocelot and helped me back onto my bed, staying right by my side staring at Kaz.

"What? What about Peace?" Ocelot asked as I spoke once more.

"Your name. It means peace." My head began to hurt and that's when things were getting hazy. Kaz just stood in his place, not moving a muscle, until I cried out in pain.

"We're gonna get you help, just lie down for a minute." Ocelot gently pushed me down on the bed while I continued to scream in pain. I was left staring up at the white blinding lights once again as nurses surounding me poked and prodded at my body. My mind was drifting as the pain took over me, and just like that I was swept back into the darkness. The constant, but rapid beating of the heart monitor put me to sleep.