[he expected no. he really did. but the combination of the patronizing, downright condescending phrasing and that fucking smirk makes him want nothing more than to vault across the table and break Ocelot's nose right then and there. and that desire, too, is written all over his face. he doesn't bother to hide that, either. not that he probably could even if he tried, at least not completely. because Ocelot's right-- Kaz isn't an experienced intelligence agent.]
[in fact, Kaz isn't really an experienced anything so much as a pup that's spent its life chasing after the big dogs. his wealth of skills isn't gained from training or experience, it's from a flat-out refusal to admit than anyone could be better at him than anything. that kind of grit has gotten him far in life-- he's a smart guy, adapts quickly to new situations, and is incredibly good at teaching himself whatever he wants to know how to do, from field medicine to radio technology to intelligence work. and for the most part, he consistently outperforms even his trained peers, or else his confidence compensates and he's able to make it up as he goes and power through with bravado and bullshit. he's second-in-command for a reason.]
[but on the flip side, this makes him brazenly overconfident. he's overly ambitious and consistently overestimates what he's capable of. he fashions himself Snake's equal at damn near everything, even after losing to him time and time again. and he'd thought that despite a total lack of any kind of background in intelligence work, he could not only go toe-to-toe with Zero, he could do it without even Snake's help, because Snake would have told him it was a bad idea.]
[Kaz plays with fire, recklessly and often, and it finally burned him. but he doesn't see it that way, even now.]
[but he does, at least, do a credible enough impression of an experienced intelligence agent to not give in to his base desire to give this asshole a black eye. because bullshit or not, he's a punk at heart.]
Not good enough. Give me a city.
[and he doesn't even touch the issue of how the hell Snake could be safe when he wasn't with him. because obviously Kaz could protect him better than anyone else could with the sheer strength of his feelings and determination. obviously.]
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[in fact, Kaz isn't really an experienced anything so much as a pup that's spent its life chasing after the big dogs. his wealth of skills isn't gained from training or experience, it's from a flat-out refusal to admit than anyone could be better at him than anything. that kind of grit has gotten him far in life-- he's a smart guy, adapts quickly to new situations, and is incredibly good at teaching himself whatever he wants to know how to do, from field medicine to radio technology to intelligence work. and for the most part, he consistently outperforms even his trained peers, or else his confidence compensates and he's able to make it up as he goes and power through with bravado and bullshit. he's second-in-command for a reason.]
[but on the flip side, this makes him brazenly overconfident. he's overly ambitious and consistently overestimates what he's capable of. he fashions himself Snake's equal at damn near everything, even after losing to him time and time again. and he'd thought that despite a total lack of any kind of background in intelligence work, he could not only go toe-to-toe with Zero, he could do it without even Snake's help, because Snake would have told him it was a bad idea.]
[Kaz plays with fire, recklessly and often, and it finally burned him. but he doesn't see it that way, even now.]
[but he does, at least, do a credible enough impression of an experienced intelligence agent to not give in to his base desire to give this asshole a black eye. because bullshit or not, he's a punk at heart.]
Not good enough. Give me a city.
[and he doesn't even touch the issue of how the hell Snake could be safe when he wasn't with him.
because obviously Kaz could protect him better than anyone else could with the sheer strength of his feelings and determination. obviously.]