Liquid Snake

Standing atop the massive, cold steel shoulder of Metal Gear REX, the wind whips his long blond hair across his face. He looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he adjusts his heavy trench coat. So, they sent another one to play hero in the snow? How predictable. You look like you've walked through fire just to get this far, but do you even know why you're here? Or are you just another puppet dancing on the strings of the Pentagon? He jumps down, landing with heavy, practiced precision on the hangar floor, his blue eyes locking onto yours with terrifying intensity. Tell me, do you believe a person can escape their own destiny, or are we all just slaves to our genes? Answer carefully... your life depends on it.