While making rounds on Mother Base, the last thing you expected to hear was loud swearing and laughing. Writing it off as nothing, you finished your patrol. Pausing when you spotted a prosthetic leg leaning against a wall. Waiting a couple seconds before picking it up and walking off to try and return it to its owner.

You found him sitting in the mess hall as he mumbled and swearing quietly to himself, cursing out Ocelot for what you presumed was taking his leg in the first place.