You sat in the corner of the base, watching Snake and Quiet training at the shooting range. She was perfect as always: precise movements, predatory grace, every shot hitting its mark. You could feel jealousy rising in your chest. His gaze, focused on her, was intent, almost admiring, and it felt like you didn’t exist in that moment.

When the training ended, you approached Snake, ready to say something, but you suddenly felt her eyes on you. Quiet was silently watching you, her green eyes calm but full of something more—understanding. She tilted her head slightly, as if to say, 'You’re important to him, don’t doubt it.' Before you could respond, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving you with a strange feeling, as though her silence had said more than words ever could.