I'm writing an entire novel based on the original Metal Gear entitled Metal Gear: Outer Heaven Rising. I'm doing this to commemorate the 20th aniversary of the release of the game. I'm also doing it for fun. I'll be including some new plot elements that are more befitting of themes from the rest of the series but the story will basically remain the same. Also I think I'm gonaa leave out the character of Coward Duck and his whole boss sequence. I don't know if I'll publish cause I don't wanna be sued by Konami but I am giving them their copyright credit. So stay tuned for the first few chapters!

i'm looking forward to it mon B)

Prologue
To Fan the Flames of War




The year is 1995, the Cold War has ended, and tensions between nations over the threat of nuclear weapons has significantly decreased. START II was signed on January 3, 1993, between Russia and the United States banning the use of MIRV’s on ICBM’s. With the promise of nuclear disarmament among the superpowers of the world, the beginning of the 21st Century looked to be a bright one. The flames of war have all but died down into cinders. The intelligence forces of NATO, however, have discovered a new threat called “Outer Heaven”. Outer Heaven is the name of an armed and heavily fortified military nation-state deep in South Africa, 200km north of Garzburgh, run for, and by mercenaries. From intel gathered by orbital satellites, NATO has learned that the forces of Outer Heaven are building some kind of new weapon of mass destruction. With this new weapon, the mysterious mercenary leader behind Outer Heaven hopes to fan the flames of war higher then ever. A major crisis is a-bound. At NATO’s request, Big Boss, the commander in chief of the Special Forces Unit FOXHOUND, has sent in the unit’s best member to gain intel on the weapon in question.

Sorry for double posting but here's chapter1:

CHAPTER !
Operation Intrude: N312
Enter The Ghost


The moonlight shined off the pitch black waters of the Orange River. The night air was cold as it would normally be in desert areas, but this night was different. The sentries posted on the cargo dock of the mighty fortress of Outer Heaven could tell the air was colder then usual. One sentry managed to spot one of his fellow comrades dozing off. He decided to leave his usual night shift patrol route that he had been assigned, and give a courteous slap on the back to rouse the soldier. “Hey kinda chilly tonight, Eh?” the mercenary said sarcastically to his comrade. “It’s cold every night here, smart ass.” The soldier yawned while stretching out his arms over his head, he could feel a few bones pop which felt good, then let them dangle down to his side. Then he clasped his standard issue AK-47 which had been smuggled from the black market. It was in rather poor condition having been un-cleaned and pre-used, but he always managed to keep a full clip in it. “Well, at least its better then nothing.” he usually thought to himself. Then there were other times when he’d see a new recruit carrying a shiny new one right out of the box having never been pre-used. He often wondered with the Boss’s seemingly unlimited funds that he ended up with a rusted old piece of junk for an assault rifle. Before turning to continue his shift, the soldier stopped and turned a left cheek to his comrade. “Hey, you gotta smoke?” “Don’t I always?... Smartass?” The soldier let his AK dangle by the strap around his neck. He reached down to a pouch on his utility belt usually used for an ammo case and pulled out a flimsy white and red lined box with the word “CIGS” written on it in red. He flung the box upward and out popped a fresh cigarette. He handed it to his comrade and then took one for himself. They lifted up the front of their balaclava’s and stuck the cigarettes in their mouths. The mercenary continued to talk as he pulled a silver Zippo lighter from another poutch bearing the familiar Outer Heaven emblem engraved on the side. “You know what they say when you get a sudden chill?” He cracked the top off. “No, what?” The cigarette wiggled in his mouth as he talked. He gave the young and naïve a soldier a stern look. His voice sank low, “Means where in the presence of a ghost.” He struck a flame to light the cig, when suddenly there was a breeze of wind that blew it out. The black clouds above began to move across the moon, blocking out its beautiful radiance. The shadows of the clouds danced across the moonlight on the water. For an instant the soldier thought he could see something sticking out of the water, like hair as grey as the moon. The darkness brought on by the clouds blinded his visual. For a few moments the soldiers were in complete darkness. The experienced older soldier tried to strike the lighter again but it would not produce a light. The clouds passed and the moon came back out from its black shroud. The soldier looked again down at the water, but there was nothing there. He shook his head; his eyes were heavy with exhaustion. “I must be seeing things. Now about that light.” He turned to his comrade but he was gone, he looked down to find him lying on the dock, his eyes rolled up glaring back at him and his throat sliced with blood still gushing from the gaping wound, one arm was around his throat while the other lay near his dropped lighter. At first he gasped then screamed “Jesus!”, as the cigarette dropped from his mouth. The soldier’s heart began to race, his hands were trembling as he reached for his com radio. He could barley move his now frozen lips. He pressed the “send” button to the preset frequency. “H-HQ!” A mans voice replied over static. “This is HQ.” “P-P-Patrol!” Something grabbed him from behind the shoulder. The soldier turned to face the figure with his gun at the ready when he felt a sudden sharp pain shoot through his chest and out his back that took the wind out of him. He could see the creature standing before him. It’s face was that of a grinning pale skull with eyes so blue they almost looked silver, It’s hair radiantly grey. He looked down to find a large metal blood- stained blade sticking through his chest, then looked back at the expression-less face before him. “It’s a ghost.” He thought. “It’s the Grim Reaper come for me.” There was a second more excruciating pain as the blade was removed. The soldier coughed up blood onto his radio. “What’s going on? Respond!” the radio man hollered. He tried to respond, but could no longer draw breath to speak. The soldier fell to his knees, his hands were no longer trembling, and alas there was no more pain, no more suffering. He could see the faces of his comrades, his friends, his family flash before his eyes. They were all cheering for him, with smiling faces and laughs of joy, welcoming him home. His blood stained grimace turned to a smile. He let go of all tension and let himself glide back, but there was no hard ground on which to fall upon. Instead he found himself floating on a soft bed of silk sheets, he was no longer cold, instead he found comforting warmth. Suddenly there was intense light all around and he knew in his heart that he was home. Home at last.