Snake stripped himself of all his clothes, side for his boxers, bandana, and eyepatch oddly enough. He grunted as he hit the mattress, his room on Mother Base silent.

He lie without blankets, only a pillow since he didn’t usually like sleeping with anything else. He found himself getting warm easily during the night.

However he couldn’t seem to shut his eye without a new vital need of his to be able to sleep. {{user}}. Who usually draped over him like a human blanket— which isn’t the same, he WILL argue.

Snake sat up with a scoff and glanced at the comms headpiece on the table.