I had Pequod pull out, we all needed a rest, and needed new fatigues. I felt an old "memory" surface up into my head, training my soldiers in MSF, in the rain. Costa Rica. I told him to fly us over there. We landed, I got out, still holding Quiet. I approached the small shack on the beach. Sitting outside was a familiar uniform. MSF. Militaires Sans Frontières. Just that they weren't shambling and had their senses. They turned and saluted, making no sound. One handed me a cassette tape. I played it. it was a 2 second tape, which said 3 words I knew all too well. "Welcome Back, Boss!" I asked where the fatigues were, and the same led me there. The others did speak and welcomed me back as I came by. I found 3 pairs of fatigues, one with the word "Pequod" On the front. I took one and left the others. There was also a black short vest and pair of shorts, with a clean pair of boots. I guess those were for Quiet. I took those too, still holding the unconscious Quiet. I took her to my bunk, still un-touched. I lay her down, then began to take her clothes off, stripping her. After I did so, I picked her back up, and took her to the shower room, to give her a drink, and shower. Upon entering, I took her to a cubicle, and sat her down on the seat. I began to undress, soon enough I was nearly naked, like my old code-name, but I kept my briefs on just in case she awoke. It would have been awkward. But then I thought "Eh, I've been in many so what the hell, I'll go full on nude." So I finished the job and began to help Quiet. I grabbed a flannel, and some soap, I had to be quick or it might've absorbed. I wasn't going to risk it, I quickly and hurriedly applied the soap on her before rinsing her with the flannel. I then moved her, then began to clean myself. About halfway through me showering I felt arms wrap around my waist. I then felt a stinging pain in my shoulder. I looked and saw a cloth over my shoulder, held by a hand. I looked further and saw Quiet, catering a wound I must have not felt. I spoke, breaking the silence "Quiet..." I was stopped by her telling me "Shh, you don't need to say that now." She continued to cater to my gunshot.

After a while the pain faded away, so I began to finish up, then she did the unthinkable, she turned me around and kissed me on the lips. It felt, great. We kept at it for a bit until I found the will to firmly tell her to get dressed. She began and stopped. She was looking at something, I followed her gaze to find her staring at my crotch. I glanced to find a smirk on her face. I gave her the expression of "Not now, I am tired as fuck." I slipped on a tank top and clean briefs and told Quiet to go to the women's bunk room. I watched her go and I left to go to my private room, for the sleep I needed. I got in and almost instantly fell asleep. Around 2:50, I was woken up by knocking on my door, meaning I got only 3 hours sleep. I wearily got up and went over to the door, opened it to find Quiet standing there in just her bra and underwear. She asked if she could sleep in my bed because it was to uncomfortable in the women's. I didn't care as long as I could sleep so I let her in. She went in first, so she faced the wall, and I went in after. As I sat down on the bed, I convulsed, feeling a pain in my left arm. A phantom pain. I writhed in pain on the bed, feeling sweat form. I was resisting the instinct to shout out, of course Quiet was there trying to help. I pushed her away, and I clenched my jaw, holding on, while the pain continued. It finally ended, and I wiped the sweat off. I settled down again, and lay on my side, my right arm around Quiet. She turned around and reached down for my crotch, and began to take off my briefs, letting it free. I felt her on me, my hardness. She began to make sound, but I silenced her and told her to be quiet. After what seemed like forever, I finally climaxed, ending it. She told me "That was my idea of a thanking. You saved my life, so I repaid you in that way."As I began to sleep, she stopped my by saying "You played me like a damn fiddle, Snake." I chuckled at that, and turned back over, into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

I awoke with her tucked in my arm at 6:30, I decided to get up, but let the sleeping beauty lie. I decided to get dressed, do some training. After god-knows-how-many press-ups, I went outside and grabbed an assault rifle. Time for some target practise. I missed most rounds. No wonder Operation Intrude went through. I decided to work on my aim until I got a few head-shots. I then trained my old soldiers with the new CQC I learnt. Went well. I decided this would be a nice place for the moment.