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Tongue Tied - (Liquid Snake/Eli/Reader) (Metal Gear)

The wind lightly slapped your shoulders and played with the corners of the pages as you sat on the edge of the Command Platform's main building roof. Your legs were dangling over the edge as you hummed to yourself a song that you had overheard on your worldly travels before being brought to Mother Base. The sun's warm rays graced your skin as you felt the heat radiating off the black roofing. Your (H/L) (H/C) hair was gently dancing with the breeze as it escaped the loose ponytail you put it in. The day was going great so far and you were content.

The book you were reading was all about Portuguese; one of your favorite languages that you were wanting to learn to speak. You had knowledge way beyond your years and that was what attracted Big Boss, Ocelot, and Kazuhira Miller to you when looking for an expert on languages. You learned languages fairly quickly and you were a quick learner for physical activities as well. You had a passion to learn and you were very lucky to have such a high mental capacity. Your bright (E/C) eyes danced over the page as you flipped it in the opposite direction of the wind, fighting it to continue on your learning.

Everything was calm and content, but something didn't feel right; the air felt tense and you could feel someone staring at you from behind. You didn't bother turning around to look who it was, but you addressed the situation in a calm manner. "You know, if you're trying to sneak up on me, you already failed."

Silence. You shrugged your shoulders and waited for the person to approach you some more. Your eyes stayed glued to the page until you heard the faint breathing of the person behind you. You creased the corner of the page you were on and closed it, setting it to the side as you turned around to see the one and only, infamous Eli, the Commander of the little army he hand built up that consisted of children soldiers, like himself.

"Oh, it's you," You said in a relaxed manner as you completely turned all the way around and looked up at him as he stared down at you, a slight frown graced his lips as he saw you reach out a hand for him to shake, which he refused. "I know you don't like to be called Eli, so what should I call you?" You asked him as his fists clenched at the sound of you speaking his name. You just smiled and waited for him to respond, but when he didn't, you took the initiative.

"Well, why you think on that, you can call me (Y/N) or (N/N), whatever works for you; I respond to both." You sent a small smile to him as he folded his arms across his bare chest, his army green shirt blew in the wind, his blonde hair swaying with the light breeze. He stared at you for a moment longer before he decided to speak up.

"You can call me Nyoka ya Mpembe." He said a little bitterly as you just nodded your head, eyeing him head to toe before meeting his angry gaze. "White Mamba? Alright, but I was thinking of just calling you blondie since you hate names so much." You said as he was a bit taken back by your understanding of what he spoke.

"Don't call me blondie, it already reminds me of the curse written in my genes," He pointed at you as he stepped a bit closer towards you. You weren't scared of him, but he could be a bit unpredictable in your eyes at times. "How did you understand what I said?" He questioned you as you sighed and pointed to your head as if he was to get the message.

"I speak Afrikaans; to me, it's not really a troubling language, but for others it could be. I learned it on my travels across the world. How did you learn to speak it? Your accent is British." You asked him as he crouched down to your level before taking a seat right in front of you. He played with his shoe strings before giving you an answer.

"I'm from England. I then came to Africa and spent some time there to learn the language; that is how I communicate with my soldiers." He spoke more calmly than from moments ago, his demeanor had changed and he seemed a bit more relaxed, but still on edge.