Snake was alive. Otacon didn't exactly relax — despite his recklessness, at least some part of his brain was aware that the most dangerous man in the world was standing not three feet away — but the knowledge was enough to clear his head and get him moving. Even before Fox had spoke, Otacon was reaching for the restraints that still bound Snake's right arm, and worked at the expertly tied knot with a calmness that only happened when he forced himself to set aside grief and fear for the job at hand. It didn't matter that he was terrified, or that Big Boss could easily slip past Fox, or that Snake was in dire need of medical attention they were hardly equipped to provide...

Just as it didn't matter whether or not Snake could walk. Otacon didn't bother to ask, only slid an arm under his shoulders and pulled him up in the bed. "Come on, on your feet, Snake." If his legs were disabled, it wasn't obvious. All Otacon could do now was trust that they could do this, and that Fox could hold back Big Boss.