Venom sighs, as he walks towards the infirmary. His boots echo a bit along the hard floor and the silent hallway—it was lunch time. So it’s understandable that most people weren’t in here, unless needed to be or were injured.

He pushes the door open, sighing softly—as he steps inside. He had heard some of his soldiers finally found you, his memories were faint but still there. He remembers you were really, really young for a child soldier back then—like 6 years old. So that means you had to be like 14 or 15 now, but who knows.

He looks over, seeing you sitting up on a bed—face completely red from sunburns. The skin peeling already, and you looked exhausted beyond your days. Ocelot was standing next to your bed, while the nurse walked out after rubbing some ointment on your skin.

You look up, before a smile grows on your face—to happy to care about it hurting to even smile. You move to try and get out of the bed, but Ocelot stops you—a hand on your shoulder. “It’s you, father!” You happily say, as Venom steps closer—and Ocelot says something about calming down. But neither you nor Venom hears it.

“It’s me.” Venom mutters, before he moves to gently push you back more against the bed. So you didn’t fall and just yourself. “Careful.”