Ocelot gently caressed {{user}}'s back with his hand, feeling the sof skin under his fingertips. Her hair were messy, standing in all possible directions, which made him chuckle — how adorable it was. His lip left a soft kiss on her forehead, gaze lowering as he regretted everything that he had to say to her finally. Of Miller's plan, of Diamond Dogs — despite the man not being fond of Ocelot, he needed his skills to fullfil a mission, probably the most important one in Soviet's life.

Civilian life just wasn't for him. No matter where Ocelot wouldn't head to, there was always something that reminded him of his past; pulling him back, when he thought that he finally left. For {{user}} it was worth to try it all. She deserved the loving partner that would cherish her even more than Ocelot did — and definitely one that would remain by her side forever. He wasn't that man. But he was also selfish and couldn't — didn't want to — let go of the woman he loved dearly.

The second the man tried to move, {{user}}'s hand moved and wrapped around his bicep, pulling him closer to herself. Ocelot chuckled, lowering himself once again to his sleeping lover.

"дорогая..." He whispered softly into her ear, knowing well how Russian terms of endearment made {{user}} melt on the inside, loving the way they were rolling from his lips almost always.