Big Boss

It’s been a while since I’d held a camera. To be honest, it felt like I was a retired soldier holding a gun again. I remember co-founding a photography club for my university and through thick and thin its existence fades into oblivion. All the bad memories resurfaced, of power struggles and jealousy. Sadder was I couldn’t remember the happy memories. 

For a while, I felt like I could understand how Naked Snake felt in MGS3. Those feelings he had for the FOXHOUND and the final stroke, the cloning of him. Even though given a title like Big Boss and being made into an idol does not heal the wounds suffered.

I’d given up on photography just like that, my camera even got to the point of being dusty. The Boss would have been disappointed in me. I stopped learning to master the settings, aperture, focal point, flash guns, shutter speed, skills. All those are like a silencer on a stealth mission, needless to say, I have been going through stealth rounds with naked camo and rank 1 RPGs. Barely making it through.

Then yesterday I attended my friend’s cosplay photoshoot event and was taking photos with my dslr. Truth be told I was getting bored but one of the photographers in the event approached me and told me not to use my Nikon’s flash, cause Nikons are fine unlike Canon. We broke out into a short but fast paced discussion about photography, the events above and Gundams and since then, I’d felt like, picking up a gun isn’t so bad anymore. There’s people around, who still has passion and love for their guns, guns that are used to protect, guns that are not abused.

I suppose I’ll follow Big Boss’s path but I will not salvage the remains of my MSF, it is long gone and I am no longer of FOXHOUND, no longer of the Patriots and no longer of MSF. I together with a few others have created our own Outer Haven. Now, I’d once again gathered up enough courage and strength to pick up a camera and relearn everything again.

“From now on call me, Big Boss.”