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Neither Heaven, Nor Hell (ASOIAF/MGS)

Neither Heaven, Nor Hell (ASOIAF/MGS)
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Even as a young child, Ned Stark was considered as one of the quiet types and even being labelled as the 'Quiet Wolf' to his Lord Father's dismay. When memories surface of a past life containing conspiracies and of clandestine plots, Ned must step out of the clothing's of a Wolf and don the hide of a Snake. It was time for Westeros to face the man that makes the impossible into something possible.

Wherein Solid Snake reincarnates into the body of Ned Stark and becomes appropriately Verbose and Philosophical.
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    • Ned found himself in a battlefield, specifically, he was in a clandestine operation in Western Iraq (Where?) to kill a colonel (What was that?). His squad was equipped with the latest NVG (What?) model's and they were dropping at the middle of the night when the security detail was much stronger than they were lead to believe. A dozen or so ING's (They were enemies?) were firing back at them, Ned's Squad Leader got shot at the neck and the medic tried to run over to him but was shot in the chest. Everything was FUBAR (What in the nine hells was that?).

    He breathed deeply and fired his M16 rifle at two of the ING's, his shots didn't miss. He caught the enemy Colonel in a hot-wired Toyota high-tailing it out of here after they shot an AT-4 at the colonel's previous armored vehicle disabling it. But he wasn't gonna let them, he fired off three shot's which shot two of the tires and the driver. The Colonel who was panicking ran out of the car only to be shot with an M16 by his Squad Leader who was still bleeding profusely. Ned refocused his barrel on another ING.



    He visited his Squad Leader in the hospital, his Squad Leader had told Ned that he was fortunate to have lived but he would never walk again. He also visited his Squad Medic and they shared a few laugh's.

    He was tapped in the shoulder by an officer, a low-ranking one and probably just a pencil-pusher. He was told to head to his CO's office.

    When Ned came opened the door to his CO's office, he was being yelled at, they had just found out, after the Operation he undertook on Iraq, that he had enlisted in the army while he was still a teenager. He tuned most, if not all, of the noises out, he learned to do that during Boot Camp. But the yelling came about not just because of him enlisting as a teenager but also because he was about to be awarded a Distinguished Service Cross.

    An eye-patched man with a Cigar abruptly entered the room, Ned couldn't tell which regiment or branch he was a part of, but in his Dress Uniform, an MOH medal and even a Distinguished Service Cross can be seen.

    "Lay off the kid, will ya?" The one-eyed man spoke rather confidently, his CO must've known who he was as he clammed up, "He's Green Beret. He's earned his place." He turned to Ned, "Kid, call me Big Boss. Right now, I'm offering you a chance."



    "C'mon kid! There's no way in hell you'll be able to survive a single mission in Fox-Hound if you're that tired!" Master (Who?) shouted to Ned over a microphone (What the hell was a microphone?), he had jumped past another obstacle, "You aren't part of the regular infantry! Hell, You're not even part of the Green Berets anymore!" (Where the hell was he?)

    Ned had many questions but his mouth couldn't speak and even his body was moving on its own. After nearing the end of the obstacle course, or as the rest of Unit (What unit?) called it Hell, He slammed his body into a red door to open it. Only to get flung to the ground by the devil who was, of course, Master McDonell Miller (a part of him felt remorse at the thought of that name, another part felt like laughing at his first name as he was reminded of a restaurant chain), lovingly referred to as the Hell Master.

    "You're good but not good enough, FOX-Hound expects the best, so I expect the best. Got that!" Miller sternly told Ned, "You're thirsty, aren't you?" Ned nodded, Miller offered a hand to help Ned up to his fist which he accepted (Why was his hand so cold?) "Too bad. You'll be going for a round with me in five minutes, so save your breath." Ned cursed Miller who just walked to a ring silently.

    "Listen kid. FOX-Hound isn't just any other unit, most of the time, we'll be heading to mission's on our own without back-up." Ned raised his brow, "They didn't tell you? Well, the other's will make you get the gist of it. All I'm doing is making sure that you'll survive your first deployment at this unit." Miller raised his fists and they circled against each other, Ned attempted to strike a blow against Miller but was quickly hit in the head. "Krav Maga, huh. That's no good. CQC is better." Ned tried to back off but the Hell Master sweeped his legs and Ned fell to the ground.

    Miller softened his eyes as if he was reminded of something, "Y'know you look like this kid we saved back in Africa, if it weren't for the hair, he was angry, but we felt that we could've showed him another way. We failed him." McDonell threw a plastic(?) bottle of water at Ned, "This is your second day in FOX-Hound and they still haven't told you jack, haven't they?" Ned involuntarily nodded, "Damned bastards."



    "They're sending you on your first assignment? Already!?" Ned frightfully nodded, he heard a faint whisper coming from the man. "I'll kill him. I promised myself if he sent another man to die a fool's death that I'll shoot him down with his own .45" Ned pretended not to hear that, "What mission are they sending you on? Don't give me that classified garbage. Tell me."

    Ned heard an unfamiliar sound coming from his mouth, a smooth and professional voice spoke in his place, "They're sending me to Galzburg, South Africa. To save Gray Fox and to document my discoveries of something called 'Metal Gear'."

    Miller looked to the ground and muttered, "Damn him." He turned to look at Ned, "Look, remember what I've thought you and maybe you'll make it alive and whole. It doesn't matter if Gray Fox lives or whether or not you document Metal Gear." Miller seemed to have calmed and he spoke in a softer tone than before, "What's your code, anyhow?"

    "Snake. I was assigned the codename Solid Snake." That name felt odd but it fits like a glove, somehow. Miller just snorted.



    When Ned came to, he didn't find himself in South Africa, rather he found himself in a motel room. His codec was ringed against his ear, "Master."

    "None of that 'Master' crap, You're not Fox-Hound anymore, got it?" (When did he leave FOX-Hound?) "Anyway, David-" (That's right, that was my name wasn't it?) "Me and Cecile decided to have you as the Godfather of our child, Kate." Ned's cheeks were wet. I turned my gaze toward's the door of the Motel I was staying at when he appeared.

    A hooded man in a coat appeared, his eyes leaking blood. The temperature of the room dropped. No sunlight peeked out of the curtains of the window nor were the light bulbs on yet he could still see him. "The spirit of the warrior . . . will always be with you."



    Ned awoke, Robert looking strangely at him.

    This is the dream sequence I forgot to make. This dream takes place after The Spirit of the Warrior. I'll edit this extensively later. I'm basically making a lot of stuff up about Snake's back-story. I took some cue's from Corialos' story 'Intrude N313, Target Designate: TX-55'.
     
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