The physical contact was reassuring, and Fox let himself be pulled closer. This was Big Boss, without a doubt. The Big Boss that had saved him, time after time, the one he had fought for and alongside for years. Fox returned the hug, briefly, before pulling away to speak. "Time's a funny thing here, Boss. There never seems to be enough of it," Although Big Boss would be able to see that for himself tonight.

It was a little bit easier to talk now. Fox wanted to think he'd grown up past that kind of basic, physical reassurance but it was still nice.

"Psychological warfare plays a big part of what they do, but there's a definite undercurrent of research. Medical, psychological, weapons too, probably," Fox hadn't seen much evidence that they were researching traditional weaponry, but the concept of turning a person into a weapon was hardly new. "I'm not even sure where to begin."