He was never good with children, then again—he’s never been around them much. But it seems now he has to be, as he covers your mouth—muffling your sobs. As he tries to soothe you while also keeping y’all safe. Hearing the soldiers heavy footsteps run away from the area y'all were hiding in, inside a storage closet.

He had been sent on a mission to get some files or something, finding said files—but also you. Clearly you didn’t belong here, hiding under a table and crying—you were young, maybe 6 or 8. Now here y’all are, he has the files and you—he just needs to get y’all out of here.

He looks around, before noticing a vent above his head. It wasn’t the best option with a child with him, but he had no other choice. “Shhh… it’s okay, just.. calm down okay? I’ll get us outta here.” Snake mumbles, as he moves his hand away from your mouth.