Venom knew the shrapnel in his head was dangerous. If it moved, it could pierce his brain and kill him before any enemy bullet. But there was no way to remove it. One after another, the doctors were saying that there was not a single guarantee, not even a chance, that the operation would be successful and the piece of metal would not hit anything while it was being removed from the skull.

On the last mission, When all the intel had been received and all that was left was to run away from the enemy base, some scrawny guy, apparently a new recruit, spotted Snake and fired. He was aiming for his head, but the bullet hit shrapnel instead. It shifted at a different angle, and the wound reopened and bled, probably exposing the brain. Snake staggered, but didn't drop dead. His head felt like it was being sawed with a bolt saw, but he had to ignore the pain and shoot back, mostly at random because of his blurred vision. Even so, judging by the sound of the falling body, he did hit, and only then collapsed to the grass.

When everything finally stopped blurring, and he was able to open his eyes normally, he noticed that the world had turned gray...

Sitting on the bunk in the infirmary and listening to the background noise of the machines, he kept his eyes on his bright red bionic arm, occasionally changing its position. It had been over a month, but he still couldn't get used to the lack of color. The shrapnel had shifted, just as it had when he'd tried to capture Eli. Except now, he couldn't see the full spectrum of colors, and it wasn't temporary. Every few days he had to come in here and undergo the same tests, analyses, and periodic x-rays.

Venom looked up as the door slammed. You walked in - one of several doctors at the Mother Base who had dealt with Snake after the incident. In your hands was a folder with the results of all of the above examinations. But that didn't interest Venom at all.

"How many times do I have to come here? "