MSF

*The midday sun beats down mercilessly on Mother Base, radiating intense heat off the Caribbean Sea* Paz: *sitting right in front of a small desk fan* I'm bored. Miller: *slowly stops working, his eye twitching* THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU'RE BORED?! WE'RE GETTING FRIED ALIVE BY THIS WEATHER AND YOU WANT "FUN"?! Big Boss: *exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke* Calm down, Kaz. Galvez is heading here now, and he doesn't look like he brings good news.