He was one of three clones of the man known as Big Boss, a CIA operative who once held the codename Naked Snake for two missions in the early sixties that heralded great changes to come in the world. He later founded FOXHOUND, the organization that Solid Snake would one day serve in. A worthy parentage for Snake if not for the fact Big Boss would one day betray his country by instigating the incidents at Outer Heaven and Zanzibar Land; the first two Metal Gear incidents Solid Snake became entangled in.
Big Boss was taken down for good during the Zanzibar Land fiasco, and Snake left FOXHOUND into secluded retirement; that is until his old commander Colonel Roy Campbell called him in to handle the situation at Shadow Moses Island in Alaska. There; Snake did not only have to deal with a new Metal Gear, but renegade members of FOXHOUND including his genetic twin, Liquid Snake.
Snake once again came out victorious, and left Shadow Moses with his new friend/ally Hal “Otacon” Emmerich. He would have left with one other but Meryl Silverburgh was killed before he could rescue her (again). Snake and Otacon dropped off the radar into isolation. However one of the FOXHOUND traitors known as Revolver Ocelot had taken the data on Metal Gear REX and sold it on the black market. This set up the stage for nearly every nation or group with the funds and resources to build their own Metal Gears.
This lead to Otacon and Snake along with the help of Mei Ling and Nastasha Romanenko to establish Philantrophy, an Anti Metal Gear group, which they were currently seeking to have recognized and approved by the UN.
Heathrow England: 2005
The man sitting on the bench in the park grunted as he looked at his watch. He grumbled again and put his hands into his coat pockets to keep warm. Although he was close to pushing sixty the man looked very well; his hair wasn’t gray yet still a nice jet black, his face wasn’t heavily wrinkled, and his build was still well trimmed even if it wasn’t nowhere the muscle build the man once had.
When someone finally sat on the bench he looked over at the man. “It’s about time, I thought for a moment I’d get frostbite waiting for you.”
The man wore a long overcoat; smoking a cigarette, he shrugged nonchalantly. “Traffic sucks today; normally I’d have ditched the cab to run but gotta keep a low profile.”
Wrinkling his nose in distaste of the cancer stick in the man’s mouth; the older man took out a small note pad from his inner coat pocket and handed it over to the smoker. “So what’s up?”
”Same Ol’ same ol’. How’s the family?”
“The family is good, Sandy really likes living here. Maggie’s fine back in the states got a new boyfriend that she thinks is ‘Mr Right’.” He gave a Fatherly shudder which got a smirk from the smoker. The man was one of the best Spooks ever to be in CIA and yet he could be Super Dad or a big teddy bear in a heartbeat.
”How’s the Grandkid?”
”John Conner?” A large smile crossed his face. “He’s an angel right now but give him a few more years and he’ll be driving Ding and Patsy nuts.”
“Isn’t that always the case as you’ve told me so often?” The smoker chuckled blowing a puff of smoke into the wind before dropping the butt onto the ground and stomping it out.
“When you have kids if you ever settle down finally, I’ll be there to make light of you being a parent.” The man said with a half serious half jovial tone.
The smoker snorted. “Me? Kids? Yeah right…but eh if it happens it happens.”
”Just try and have sons, take it from me.” The man chuckled shaking his head. “Daughters, they’re Gods punishment to you for being a man…you live in fear that-“
”-One day they’ll meet a guy just like you when you were young, as you’ve told me before enough times.” The smoker looked at the notepad his face becoming serious. “..Hmm and this is legit?”
“I got my sources and I trust them.” The man nodded.
"That's good enough for me." The smoker replied. "our noses have been in the cold a long while, and I don't want to drag Rainbow into my personal crusade."
The man known as John Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Maybe, but seeing as that bastard Ocelot sold the specs for those damn Metal Gears on the market we might get into a situation with one of those walking holocausts anyway.”
"Maybe so Clark, but since I'm technically dead and considered a traitor in some lights, your helping me could get you and Rainbow in trouble."
Clark in turn looked at the man dead serious. “Snake, as far as I’m concerned you and your friends are the only ones who truly understand how bad those Metal Gears are, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt you''l do what's right. You’re a soldier, a damned good one, a hero and my friend and last I checked friends stuck by their pals.”
Solid Snake reached over to pat Clark’s shoulder. “Glad to know that there’s still some good ol’ boys left around.” Standing up he shook hands with Clark. “Well I’m off now; you take care and tell Ding I said hi.”
”Sure, and take care yourself Snake.”
Walking away, Snake put another cigarette between his lips and lit it before looking back at the notepad in his hand. While to the trained eye it was gibberish…it was a code known to only a few people in the CIA. John Clark and Solid Snake himself were among those few.
It was indeed news of a new Metal Gear. Nothing really elaborate, from what the intell Clark got, it seemed like an upgraded REX. Still a Metal Gear was a Metal Gear. What had Snake really concerned though was the group who built the damned thing.
Stepping into a phone booth and shutting its door. He reached into the neck of his jacket and touched on his codec. “Otacon, this is Snake…do you read me?”
A voice, only Snake could hear buzzed in his ear. ”Loud and clear; so is it Metal Gear?”
”Yep, an upgraded REX no less,” Snake grumbled. “And you won’t believe who’re the ones who built it.”
”Dare I ask?” The engeineer asked.
“Turns out the Metal Gear belongs too…”
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