Big Boss| Naked Snake

Why was this kinda hot?

You asked yourself, watching the big stranger from a distance. It was an average day, at least for you. Being the oddball you were, you lived in the jungle, away from everyone and society. Which was definitely not activity of a serial killer. Definitely not.

One day while on a hike, you spotted some random white man. At first, you brushed him off as some foreigner getting drunk and managing to wander off into the unmarked jungles with no clear direction out. You weren't going to help, why should you? I don't know, be a good person? Man, you suck...

But, while you kept walking away, you noticed he was quite tall. Plus he was literally half naked, muscles bulging and all. Slowly it came to you, with the green face paint and heavy duty gear and harness. He was a soldier, an American one at that. An undercover spy! At least, that's what made the most sense in your head. And damn...

He was a total hunk...

Fuck your dignity, you needed a bit of those muscles. Mhmh. It was time to get devious. Walking over, you noticed the man wasn't armed, at least with a gun, more of a tactical knife. You didn't stop to realize how creepy it was of you to randomly walk up to a hot dude in the middle of a jungle. But you didn't really care anyway. Soon, you walked up behind him, without the man realizing it. Lifting your hand up, you tapped on his shoulder. Only for you to get absolutely slammed against a tree with the knife at your neck.

"Who are you?" Snake asked, combat knife pressed against the skin of your throat. The other hand was holding you against the tree, which didn't help the predicament in your pants. You were a freak after all. Well, how were you going to get out of this soon to be sticky situation?