"Snake? Snake?! SNAA-"

"What?!" Snake screamed frustration, trying to land a punch underneath the guard's chin.

"Oh, you scared the living Celestia out of me! What's going on?" Otacon hurriedly asked in a panicked voice.

Snake grunted as the guard sent a heavier-than-expected hoof into his stomach. "I'm a bit busy at the moment!" Snake was cut off again as he attempted to wrestle the large rifle out of the guard's hooves. As the guard's head was jerked up from Solid Snake's latest punch, rain impaired his vision. This distracted the guard long enough for Snake to send a powerful buck into his stomach, sending the unfortunate guard and his rifle over the edge of the ship. The guard screamed as he plummeted off the ship and into the freezing waters, pelted by rain all the way down.

Snake sighed heavily as he fell back down to his fours. After quickly scanning for enemies, He took a peek over the edge of the railing, seeing the Stalliongrad resident attempting swim. Snake flinched slightly as he watched the guard helplessly sink under the surface, the tanker too far away for rescue. For some reason, Snake thought the Russian ponies wouldn't try to help anyway. He sighed once again, and turned back. He cautiously made his way into the crew quarters.

Upon entering Deck-A, Solid Snake found himself in a cramped, metallic hallway that extended to the right and left. Being right hoofed, Snake decide to head to the right side first. Examination of this side of the hallway told Snake that there were multiple curves in the hallway, rendering him blind to whatever was farther down this particular path. Snake took a deep breath and slowly made his way to the first curve, or rather corner of the hallway. He stood up on his back legs and planted his front hooves on the wall in front of him, leaning to confirm any enemies around this certain bend. Snake was relieved to see no enemies, but yet another corner-like turn in the hallway. He pressed up against the wall, and dared to take a look at the continued hallway.

Snake spotted lights and a window overlooking the bay down the hallway, and...

As quickly as he could, Snake drew back into his cover as a shadow originating from around the corner appeared. His heart began to pound loudly as hoofsteps drew nearer and nearer... and they stopped. Whoever owned them had turned around and patrolled in the other direction. As soon as no more hoofsteps could be heard, Snake let out a long-contained breath.

He must have jumped a mile high when the codec began to ring.

"Snake, are you alright? I'm detecting a fair amount of blood loss from your lower-left hip!" Otacon shouted, obviously panicking.

"What? Oh!" Snake quickly bent over to check his hip. As Otacon had said, it was bleeding profusely. Guess that bastard did hit me... Snake silently cursed to himself. This could be a problem. If guards found his blood trail... He imagined not many things could go well after that. It was supposed to be a stealth mission anyways!

"You should have bandages in your pack. Those will help with the bleeding, but if you want to run faster than your granny..." Otacon pondered for a moment, "Painkillers should do the trick!" He exclaimed quite victoriously after a short pause.

"WHO'S THERE!?" A voice shouted from down the hall. Snake whipped around, only to see a shadow quickly approaching from the aforementioned lower hall.

"Snake! You've been spotted! RUN!" Otacon practically screamed like a filly. Snake did not need to be told twice.

All pain in his hip forgotten, Snake ran as fast as he could possibly manage down the metallic hallway. His speed only increased as he could hear the steady RATATAT of automatic weapons fire. As bullets whistled past him, Snake rounded a corner and shot through a door, not sure of where it lead. As he entered a small room, looking the same as the hallway, Snake was horrified when ran head on into another Stalliongrad mercenary. This is when Snake's combat-honed instincts kicked in.

While the guard turned around, Snake brought an unrelenting hoof into the right side of his muzzle. The guard, caught off-guard(How very punny of me.), was thrown into the left wall and now stood hunched over. Seeing this, Snake brought his upper knee down upon the back of the guard's head, throwing him onto the ground and breaking part of his nose in the process. To finish the guard off, Snake brought his back hoof down upon the guard, snapping his neck.

Snake had no time to rummage through the mercenary's belongings, as he heard the previous one shouting a warning in Russian through his radio. Spotting a staircase, he quickly flung himself up them and took a quick scan of the room he was in. It was small, crowded with utility lockers, and had no way out. Snake's already quickening heartbeat went over the charts as the pony realized this might be the end. The mercenaries would surely find him and kill him on sight, unless...

Snake managed to stuff himself inside one of the lockers as a squad of alerted troops cantered up the stairs.

I will do revisions later. For now, I will be lazy :L