War has changed. Our time has ended. Our war is over.
Since the Manhattan incident, restrictions on military intervention in foreign countries have eased, fueling the demand for mercenaries. Today, the world’s wars depend largely on PMCs, private military companies whose business includes supplying these mercenaries. PMCs have become a serious threat to the world. The U.S. has exported too much military power. Now she’s paying the price. In total, they’ve got enough manpower to rival the U.S. military. Based on your investigation, the five largest PMCs are run by a dummy corporation which acts as a single mother company.
And the mother company?
Outer Heaven.
The one world in which soldiers will always have a place… War has changed. It’s not about nations, or ideologies. It’s not even profit, resources, or ethnicity. It’s an endless series of proxy battles, fought by mercenaries and machine. War, and its vast consumption of human life, has become a rational, well-oiled business transaction. War has changed. ID-tagged soldiers carry ID-tagged weapons, use ID-tagged gear. Nanomachines inside their bodies enhance and regulate their actions. Genetic control.. Information control.. Emotion control.. Battlefield control. Everything is monitored, and kept under control. War has changed. The age of deterrence is now the age of control, averting catastrophe from weapons of mass destruction. And he who controls the battlefield, controls history. War has changed. When the battlefield is under total control, war becomes routine.
He plans to fan the flames of war even higher… To create the perfect world once envisioned by Big Boss.
We are released from the bonds of fate.
Brother, we are free!
You mean the U.S. wasn’t aware that these PMCs have been assembling an army?
The PMCs and soldiers are installed with a state-of-the-art control system. As long as the nanomachines remain inside a soldier, he won’t be able to point his gun anywhere near a client.
Otacon. Even the dead have ears.
Snake, we’ve got to go. There’s an old friend waiting for you.
Snake…
Colonel!
Not anymore… We’ve found him…. The Middle East. I’ll explain along the way. We’ve got to stop him now, before it’s too late.
Liquid has made his move.
Liquid has taken command of an immense army, and is now preparing to unleash an armed insurrection.
The truth, Naomi. How long will my body hold out?
Your entire body is beginning to decay. The average man wouldn’t be standing now. Six months. You’ve got six months to live.
Enough is enough, Snake. You can’t take any more of this.
I’m not dead yet.
That’s not what I mean. You never stood a chance. He can’t be beat.
We all must atone for our own sins. We must not pass them on to the next generation. We must not leave them to the future.
No one else can stop him. The patriots are involved, too. You are the world’s only hope.
La-li-lu-le-lo? What are you talking about? We are the new FOXHOUND.
Let’s finish it, Snake. Let this be our last battle. The onus is ours.
It was you who killed Abel and was cast out by Eve. You killed your own flesh and blood. What next? Will you pay for your sins and dig your own grave?
War has changed. Our time has ended. Our war is over. But there’s one more thing I must do. One last punishment I must endure. I have to erase my genes, wipe the MEME from the face of the earth. This is my final mission. Some stories can’t be told by words. Some legends are meant to die. Some bloodlines must come to an end.
My turn to protect you, Snake.
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