tbh I……actually have something very similar to this planned for the story
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I feel like a lot of post-PW Kaz is characterized as just this vulnerable salt wife mother hen type (which is also good), but I have…. PLANS….on emphasizing that he’s still very much capable of actively defending his men and his home despite his disabilities. I mean HE CARRIES THAT GUN SO CLOSE FOR A REASON
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Haha I like to think about Kaz compulsively getting tested for STDs like every month because he’s paranoid af about it, and one day medic sends for him with URGENT NEWS, “I need to see you IMMEDIATELY” so Kaz is freaking the fuck out and rushing over to medical and is a total nervous wreck, and medic turns to him and is like
“Kaz…your blood tests came back and I’m very concerned….you have……VERY HIGH CHOLESTEROL”
And Kaz just about passes out, he’s like JESUS CHRIST YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME I THOUGHT IT WAS SERIOUS
And medic’s just like “……………….this is fucking serious, you’re a hamburger away from a fucking stroke, bro. Here is your new diet and exercise regimen, stick to it RELIGIOUSLY”
Cut to them at breakfast in the mess hall, medic and Kaz and BB are chilling around the taco buffet and Kaz is scooping extra bacon onto his breakfast tacos and medic just gives him this heart-stopping scowl, takes Kaz’s tray out of his hands and scoops all the bacon off and hands it back to him
Kaz glares at him. “I THINK YOU’RE THE FUCKING ANTICHRIST.”
And BB’s just laughing, eating his bacon like an animal and making horrendous moaning sounds while he’s doing it and Kaz pouts at them both
Medic may be the sweetest softest squishpuff to ever walk the earth but don’t dare try to tell me he isn’t kinky af
He’s a 42 year old gay man, this dude has no shame
“Kaz, I got you a present”
*bends Kaz over and proceeds to gently spread him open and insert a massive butt plug into him first thing in the morning*
“Keep that in for me today. Try to walk normal, Boss will notice and we can’t have him finding out” ~~~~
And all day Kaz is like 😏😏😏 with his dick rock hard but he refuses to go hide and rub one out because he wants to save it for medic at the end of the day
Trying to walk normally in front of all the soldiers and keep a straight face when BB is talking to him just turns him on even more because all he can think about is how thick the plug feels in his bottom and what medic’s going to do to him later
By lunchtime Kaz is trembling violently and his cock is so hard that he can barely walk, so he shows up at the medical platform on the verge of tears and begs medic to get him off because he just really needs to come or he’ll die
Medic just keeps a serene face, barely even looks at him as he closes the door to the exam room and swings the stirrups out from the table.
Kaz just stares at him blankly, like Are you fucking serious?
And medic just deadpans him. “Feet in the stirrups or you get nothing.”
And Kaz is just dying so he’s like Fuck it and tears his clothes off and sheepishly climbs up on the table, blushing furiously the whole time because it’s fucking humiliating but he absolutely loves how exposed it makes him feel and he trusts medic so deeply that it makes it feel more intimate
Medic snaps the latex gloves on for added effect because Kaz loves it, and then medic spends an agonising amount of time teasing and edging Kaz, softly kissing and sucking and biting up the insides of his thighs, running his gloved fingers over his skin, kissing and licking the underside of his balls and cock, and toying with the plug that’s still inside him and gets him to the point where he’s making these shrill sobbing sounds and crying and begging medic to let him come, please
So medic places a hand on Kaz’s tummy to hold him down while he starts toying with his plug, idly twisting it around inside him first, then gradually starts to gently fuck him with it while he sucks him off.
Kaz comes immediately, he’s sobbing and moaning and he knows pretty much the entire medical platform can hear him but he doesn’t care because it feels so good, and he’s writhing around so much that medic has to hold him down to keep him from falling on the floor
Kaz is much too spent and sleepy to even move afterwards, so medic delicately slides the plug out of him and eases his feet out of the stirrups, then maneuvers him into a more comfortable position and drapes a blanket over him. He snaps his gloves off, grabs a tissue and gently dries Kaz’s tears and lovingly dabs at his mouth where he’d been drooling a little, then kisses his forehead as he tells him how well he did and strokes his hair until he falls asleep.
Meticulously going back through cutscenes of GZ and TPP just to make sure I’ve got timelines down accurately for my fic and like jesus christ
It’s still dark out when their chopper goes down at the end of GZ, it maybe looks like it’s close to sunrise if you look closely – and allowing for an accurate passage of time, BB showed up at the base in Cuba at midnight, carried out the mission, and judging on average helicopter speeds and the amount of distance between the southernmost point of Cuba to Barranquilla, it’d maybe be like a four hour transit time. Give or take, since MB isn’t exactly on the coast, but some distance offshore. So it very well could be hours before sunrise when their chopper plunges into the ocean.
Skip to TPP, Kaz watches as BB falls into a coma as doctors try to resuscitate him. The time specifically states that it’s 1:31 pm. So. Basically. We’re to assume they were stranded in the middle of the ocean for several hours before rescuers arrived on the scene to transport them to the hospital in Colombia.
So imagine Kaz, in a chopper in the middle of the ocean flooding with water, fucking everyone is dead, BB is unresponsive, medic is still conscious but probably can’t speak or do shit because he’s all fucked up and his face is full of metal and bone, he’s probably struggling just to breathe and very likely doing his best to convey directions to Kaz on how to keep BB stable and Kaz is losing his shit because he’s the only one still lucid and able-bodied as he watches the two men he loves struggling to stay alive for HOURS IN A STRANDED CHOPPER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING OCEAN waiting for help to arrive
From like just before sunrise to, maybe like noon or so.
Haha jesus christ I love suffering
Sometimes I think about nauseatingly schmoopy headcanons like
Medic and Kaz sneak off to the beach sometimes while BB isn’t looking and hang out in a secluded area with a hammock strung up between two palm trees, the wind’s blowing off the ocean so the trees are swaying gently in the breeze and the motion of the hammock rocks them to sleep while they’re spooning and watching the sunset
But then my brain’s an asshole and something really stupid happens, like a coconut falls from the tree and hits Kaz square in the head
And he’s like WTF I THOUGHT THAT ONLY HAPPENED IN CARTOONS, GODDAMN OW and he’s pissed off so he kicks the coconut with his bare foot like an idiot
So instead of a romantic evening cuddling in a hammock and watching the sunset, medic gets to treat a concussion and a few broken toes for a grumpy commander
Haha HOLY SHIT medic actually IS left-handed
My headcanon has kinda been canon this whole time and I just now noticed
What they smell like: Damp cedar and tobacco, earthy maduro, that humidor smell (tbh I love that smell, I always jump on the customers that want to buy a cigar because that means I get to open the humidor and stick my head in ^_^)
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Boring, rigid on a narrow cot on his back. Or in the mud, he’s an animal. But if he’s in bed with Kaz, after he falls asleep he’ll curl into him and let Kaz spoon him
What music they enjoy: BB FUCKING LOVES ELVIS OK
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Haha none. He’s an animal, he makes the neckbeard look fabulous. But sometimes he’ll take ten minutes to trim/shape it at Kaz’s insistence because it gets scratchy and cumbersome when Kaz gets kissy and affectionate =D
Their favorite thing to collect: He secretly collects photographs of people he cares about because U KNO HE’S SENTIMENTAL, OBVIOUSLY. The Boss, EVA, Ocelot’s punk ass, TONS of pictures of Kaz.
Left or right-handed: Canonically he’s right-handed, but I kind of see him as being ambidextrous
Religion (if any): SANTAISM. No, not satanism, SANTAISM. He loves Santa. T_T
Favorite sport: He likes beach volleyball too. It’s a Thing in the MSF and he just likes tumbling around in the sand with Kaz and Medic. ^_^ HE ALSO LIKES GOLF THOUGH ‘CAUSE HE’S A TYPICAL FRUMPY DAD.
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): He’s a massive dork about indigenous plants and animals in the area so he knows whether or not he can EAT THEM
Favorite kind of weather: He likes cold weather and snow ‘cause it makes him think of SANTA
A weird/obscure fear they have: idk, mongooses??? mongeese? what the fuck is the plural for mongoose lol lol lol
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: That Test-Your-Strength game with the mallet and the bell. BB fucking breaks the goddamn bell every time (and sometimes the mallet), carnies hate him =D =D =D
What they smell like: Irish Spring, hair product, laundry. He’s a preener and a vanity boy, but it gets him the ladies (and gentlemen, har har)
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): On his tummy, round little bottom in the air >:) Usually ‘cause he passed out like that from Medic’s/V’s divine backrubs while rubbing himself against the sheets (*^_^*)
What music they enjoy: PW Kaz is a Bowie junkie, but salty pissed off post-fiddles Kaz catches onto the thrash wave that happens in the 80s and sometimes locks his door and rages out to it in his office when no one’s around (and also because it’s the exact opposite of that GARBAGE Quiet listens to, she’s an icky girl with Cipher cooties!!!!111onejuanjuan D:< )
(but he’s secretly still a Bowie junkie, ‘cause Diamond Dogs, obv.)
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: PW preener Kaz….quite a while. Like at least an hour, perfectly combing and poofing that hair. Tying his scarf just so. Getting his belt and holster at that perfect I-don’t-care-this-is-totes-casual-but-not-really angle. Popping the collar on his infantry officer’s jacket kinda but not really. Polishing his Rolex and sunglasses. Post-fiddles Kaz….takes a while too, but for different reasons. 😦 Unless Venom’s helping. Which usually he is. 🙂
Their favorite thing to collect: notches on his headboard Aside from cassette tapes of pretty much anything from music to TRAIN SOUNDS, he likes to collect rare cigars from various Central American and South American countries for his bae
Left or right-handed: Right T_T
Religion (if any): I don’t see him being a religious guy. If he even thinks about it at all, I see him being a pretty staunch atheist.
Favorite sport: Beach volleyball ‘cause he likes getting dirty on the beach with the men. =D Post-fiddles, he kinda loses all interest in sports. 😦
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): He always goes for the irresponsible off-the-beaten-path shit that the locals recommend, and usually ends up in some horrible den of ill repute, completely loaded out of his mind.
Favorite kind of weather: Anything that doesn’t involve the sun 😦 He prefers still weather with minimal wind ‘cause he doesn’t like getting his hair messed up. PW Kaz prefers warmer weather because it gives him an excuse to strip down and be a tease. Post-fiddles Kaz still enjoys warmer weather, but because after the Skulls attack, for some reason he’s…just…always…so cold… 😦 That’s why he wears so many layers.
A weird/obscure fear they have: Nothing weird, all his fears are pretty rational, since they were conditioned into him. Abandonment, disfigurement, emotional abuse, FOG OR MIST. He and Venom clutch at each other any time there’s a heavy mist over MB.
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: DARTS. Even after he loses his dominant arm, he’s still badass at it. He spent so much time playing in local bars that he’s something of a legend. He can still hit the bulls eye pissing drunk.
I see Medic and Venom as being two different personalities so I’ll do them separately ~
What they smell like:
Pretty much like a hospital. Antiseptic, starch, antibacterial soap. With a hint of aftershave maybe.
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):
WHENEVER HE CAN, WHEREVER HE CAN. He’s in high demand ‘cause he’s one hell of a medic and usually the only one trained to do emergency surgery on the spot, so he’s used to crashing out on a gurney for twenty minutes at a time, usually stretched out on his back with his legs hanging off LOL. Otherwise, spooning Commander Miller. 🙂
What music they enjoy: Classical and opera. HE SOPHISTICATED. He also may or may not be an adept pianist. 😉 His favourite composer is Rachmaninoff. Also he’s a stereotypical gay boy and LOVES Broadway showtunes but shhhh that’s a secret, that’s his guilty pleasure that no one knows about. =D =D
How much time they spend getting ready every morning:
If he’s just working, not really any time at all. Just long enough for a quick shower and shave. But for downtime/going to the club? This kid peacocks like hell. Takes forever rockabilly-ing the fuck outta his hair so he can go dancing.
Their favorite thing to collect:
SHOWTUNES VINYL. Secretly stashed away under his bed SHHHHHHHHH DON’T TELL, GOOD LORD SO EMBARRASSING he doesn’t dance around
to them
like a teenager at all NOPE
Left or right-handed:
Oh, definitely left. I kind of hc’d medic being a leftie for a while, because that makes for extra suffering because of what happens later.
Religion (if any):
Agnostic, but he converted to Judaism for a bit for REASONS. Not gonna say too much on that at the moment, I don’t wanna spoil my own fic but….I’m sure you could wager a guess.
Favorite sport:
Rugby. He likes to watch. ^_~
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):
FOOD. He’s a culinary connoisseur, and, you know, sophisticated. Also the local music scene.
Favorite kind of weather: Cloudy/rainy, because that’s cuddling with Commander Miller weather. 🙂 🙂 🙂
A weird/obscure fear they have: He tries to distance himself from people emotionally because he’s afraid anyone he gets close to will die on him. Again, not gonna expound too much because ~~~ spoilers~~~
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:
SKEEBALL. He’s the fuckin skee ball CHAMPION.
What they smell like: Earthy, a bit like an animal, but with some undertones of his old, natural scent from before
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc):
Curled up on his side, usually spooning tf outta Kaz. He can’t sleep unless he’s holding his bae ^_^
What music they enjoy:
SHITTY 80S SYNTHPOP. Oh man oh man when Klymaxx’s Meeting in the Ladies’ Room dropped, he danced around to it like a fourteen year old girl
How much time they spend getting ready every morning:
Long enough to put that mess into a ponytail/tie on the bandana and he’s G2G
Their favorite thing to collect:
Flowers for Kaz while he’s out in the AO. Kaz’s favourite is digitalis purpurea
^_^
Left or right-handed:
RIGHT but sometimes…sometimes he slips up and subconsciously uses his left and doesn’t know why. He shrugs it off as favouring the bionic arm because it has all the cooler capabilities. T_T
Religion (if any): Atheist
Favorite sport: Beach volleyball. That one kinda translated from BB’s memories, he loves diving into the sand and playing on the beach
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):
HE’S A MASSIVE DORK and loves the museums and tourist traps with all the monuments and scenic photo opportunities. He fucking takes polaroids of everything and does group shots with the locals
Favorite kind of weather:
Still likes the rain because he likes splashing around with Quiet and cuddling with his boyfriend. He hates fog/mist though. 😦
A weird/obscure fear they have:
FOG OR MIST. 😦 😦 😦 😦 😦
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:
That miniature rifle game of course lol. Kaz’s room is filled with massive pink teddy bears that Venom won for him. ❤ ❤ ❤
The best part about offscreen deaths is that they’re so easy to dismiss and headcanon as faked.
Kazuhira Miller is, indeed, alive.
Ocelot went after him with every intention of killing him, but when it came time to do the honours, he couldn’t do it. Obviously these two aren’t friends, but they did have a working relationship for some time and came to know one another quite well, and despite their disagreements, were aligned by the same goals for quite a while.
So Ocelot gets a sudden wave of nostalgia and decides against killing him, and instead he doses Kaz with tetrodotoxin (which is actually a neurotoxin, so that part is arguably 100% canon).
So he makes it look like he killed Master Miller (for Liquid’s sake) – shows him the body and everything, and then Liquid goes really quiet for a long moment and just stares at the body in a sort of detached state and maybe whispers something like “He was the only man who ever showed me compassion” then snaps out of it and gingerly takes Kaz’s sunglasses off of his face.
Catherine ends up walking in, sees her father’s body and tries to rouse him, but the moment she realizes he’s “dead” Ocelot comes up behind her and sedates her so she won’t see her assailants’ faces. She finally wakes up and the house is empty save for her and her dead father, and later when Ames sends the agent to Miller’s home, he discovers Catherine sitting in a catatonic daze next to her father’s body.
When FOXHOUND claims the body, Ocelot sneaks in and extracts Kaz and swaps him out with a random corpse, which is cremated before an autopsy can be performed due to a “clerical error.”
When Kaz wakes up, Ocelot has made arrangements for him to make a discreet escape, just like he did for Big Boss in 1984. He informs Kaz that they’re even now, and they go their separate ways. Kaz doesn’t know who to trust anymore or who all still wants him dead, so he goes into hiding indefinitely.
Kaz returns to Mother Base, which was never decommissioned and has since been abandoned, and recruits a new army and continues the dream that Big Boss never could quite finish as a final fuck you to him.
Special Agent Catherine Miller; FBI dedicates her life investigating the cold case of a murder that didn’t actually happen.
Can You Bring Me The Gun of Rambo? 