Snake? SNAKE? SNAAAAKE

With only his survival knife, Big Boss finds himself crawling through one of the old buildings - jumping in through a broken window from the fresh war, finding himself breathing in the mold through the house. Following through hearing a faint voice in the downstairs living room - Big boss takes his knife slightly out of his sheath, following through with his carbon based boots, technology only developed in the R&D facility where he works. 

With no creeks or sounds made as Big Boss makes his way from step to step of the stairs with his breath silent. Following through he can hear the voice much clearer now, not understanding his primal language;

"You took him out?" The person speaks, "Ayy, forgetabou'it - he's a smook anywayses."

Big boss now with knife in hand, takes his unarmed hand around his neck putting the knife across his eye; "You will put the phone down, you will listen," Boss pauses as the guy puts the phone down slowly, "What can you tell me about Phase one?"

"N-nothing! I don't know anything," 

"That's not what I heard from your friend on the phone.." Spinning the guy around, breaking his arm in the process - he puts the knife pointing to his neck, "Your friends have already told me about the plan, just they say that it's all your idea," Boss puts the knife deeper as drips of blood slide down,

"Okay okay!" The guy exclaims as Big Boss lowers his weapon, squeezing on his already broken arm.

"LA's phase two, LA's PHASE TWO!"

With a quick swipe - the guys neck is broken in three place as Big boss sheaths his survival knife - picks up the phone and calls '555-555-01', with five seconds waiting for the next number - it automatically connects back to base;

"It's done," Big boss speaks first, 

"Well done Boss, come back to base - we have things to consider.."

A few days later, Los Angeles turns into ruin, with rocks and black smoke filtering within the smog that fills the place - movie theatres are now showing live action of the first apocalypse. Snake on his knee's on top of a mountain as the smoke is inhaled into his nose - a man of honour and stealth couldn't stop the mass organised crime. When a large figure seems to be behind him - with the fast reflexes of taking his tranquillised pistol out of his holster - firing it once towards his head as it gets blocked by the figures hand, he announces himself,

Pausing to flick off the dark, Walking closer, "Take my hand." 

Disappearing into the clouds - Motherbase try to get contact with him, in the end - they resorted to shouting rambles:

Snake?!? SNAKE?! SNAAAAAKE!!