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The cold Alaska air nipped at the two men's skin, hurrying back inside after their encounter with Sniper Wolf, who shortly after lay dead in the snow. Otacon wept silently; a part of him hated Snake, while another understood why. But, there was another part, deep down, that nagged him the most. He shook it off, running to catch up with Snake. He was silent, as always, it seemed to Otacon. He rubbed his tears away roughly, turning to look at the man beside him. He was quite muscular, brown hair pushed back thanks to the navy blue fabric around his forehead. Their shoes sloshing in the wet snow was the only sound Otacon could hear; the buildin