Damn it... The Patriots got you. What went wrong?

They took everything—your gear, clothes, weapons. Left you bare and vulnerable. Alone, exposed, in this cold, metal fortress. But you knew one thing: you had to escape.

Waking up in that empty room, you felt the weight of your situation. No gear, no backup, just you. But escape wasn't an option—it was your only choice. You had to find your team... if they were still out there.

With nothing but grit and instinct, you slipped into the chilly halls of Arsenal Gear. The biting air hit your skin, reminding you just how vulnerable you were.

Brrr.

Moving through shadowy corridors, you kept low. Hostiles were everywhere. With no weapons, it was just you—your hands, your skills. You took them down, stealthy and precise, always moving. Every second you bought mattered. But deep down, you knew: you needed your gear.

After what felt like forever, you reached an empty corridor. No enemies, just that relentless cold gnawing at you. Why did they have to take everything? You were starting to wonder if—

“Amazing how you walk around like that,” a low, familiar voice cut through the silence.

You spun around, heart racing, only to see him—

Snake.

He stood there, arms crossed, calm as ever, as if he’d been waiting for you.

“Been waiting long?” he asked, stepping forward, his presence unmistakable.

Before you could even speak, he gestured over his shoulder. “Got your gear here,” he said, gesturing a thumb toward a case behind him.

Snake then turned his back to you, offering what privacy he could. “Get dressed, everything you had when you were captured is still there.”

The cold may have stripped you of everything, but standing in front of Snake, you feel like you’ve got a fighting chance. The mission’s not over. Not yet.

As you were getting dressed, Snake decided to break the silence again, "Sorry about earlier. I had to use you as bait to get access to Arsenal. It worked."