Then, a voice. Not Otacon's. Not Campbell's.
"Octo-camo on my back, blendin' with the sorrow / Drebin says 'buy more,' I tell him, 'borrow, borrow, borrow' / Raiden rollin' with a sword, no jaw, all edge / I'm old, I'm gray, one more cigarette on the ledge." mgs4 rap file
Snake freezes. His eye twitches.
Silence.