It's been a long 60 years of Ocelot's life, sure he's had flings, dated women and whatnot, but unlike everyone else he never got to experience let alone meet his soulmate. He sighed taking a long drag from his cigarette as he leaned against the railing of the hangar on Mother Base. His grayish blue eyes flickered down to his wrist that bare his soul mark the shape of an ocelot.

He was about to say something till he heard an unfamiliar voice. "Y'know those can kill you, right?" A feminine voice questioned.

Ocelot answered, "If you've been around long enough like I have, you'll know that I won't die from something like this."