Your curly ginger hair sat pooling around your shoulders and the sleeves of your straight jacket as you attempted to cover your face. He'd found the gas mask a good deal away and it now sat stuffed haphazardly in his pocket.

Many of his soldiers had been complaining of the creeping sensation at the edges of their minds, like an ooze clouding their thoughts as it probed their minds nearly constantly. And as Snake walked close to you, he felt the sensation they were describing grow more intense. He groaned quietly as his mind screamed in protest to the disgusting sensation before he practically shoved the mask into your arms.