Seb

I'm on a train. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. I know that I came from somewhere because I know that I'm not finished travelling. I must have come from the city. The city is passing by through the windows. The windows are as large as the walls and ceiling. The visible infrastructure alone makes this city unreal. My train is passing right through the heart of it. It leans slightly to the left and to the right, but I am firmly grasping a handlebar.
I look to my left. A modestly pretty young woman looks awkwardly at me. She is dressed in soft colours. Green shirt and... brown pants. I am slightly distracted by the passing images of the city, but I now realise why she is looking at my strangely. I am dressed like a poor man. A very poor man. I appear to be wearing several sweatshirts and a khaki jacket on top. A blue sweater has thumb holes in it, and is tattered as a result.
I pay her no heed because I know that I have more important things to do. I decide to head down to the lower level of the train. I need to get to the front of the train, so I begin pass through the aisles politely. I have to sit in an empty seat because someone is coming the other way. As soon as she is gone, I move again. I make it to the front.
There are ranking navy men on the train. Why? This is a train, not a boat. Through the window I can see a massive structure facing the ocean. I can only see half of it because it is directly in front of the train. The train hikes upwards, but I feel no change in gravity. The train stops without seeming to slow down first. The platform isn't at all unusual. The doors all open and the passengers flood into the larger ship's entrance doors, in a seemingly routine fashion.
I get off with the rest of the passengers, but I do not follow them. I walk towards the front of the ship, past where the passengers enter. I seem to know where I am going, yet I feel as though I am discovering the vessel as I go. I reach a corner and am forced to turn. I see a large red door and I open it. It leads to stairs that I begin to climb. I can see the sky as I reach the top floor of the vessel, and I remember what I came for.
I take off my disguise. Underneath is a specialised military sneaking uniform. At the far side of this level, ocean-side, is an empty room. It is large, almost as if its purpose was to store cargo. Most of it is outside, but a roof extends almost to the stairs from where I came. The far wall is lined with a staircase leading to a single door. I make my way in that direction.
As I reach the stairs, I can hear the door open. I quickly hide underneath the stairs, hoping to catch who I am certain to be a young Ocelot off guard when he reaches the bottom. But he sees me. I reverse my point of view to see how he is able to see me.
I rewind time.
Now I am in the middle of the room, ready to try again. I quickly run to the stairs and hide directly underneath the door. I hear Ocelot come out. He walks down the stairs casually. When he reaches the bottom, I come out to attack him.
With my left arm, I try to grab his left arm, and with my right, I try to grab his throat. His reflexes are quite fast. He spins and deflects my right, then retracts his left. He faces me head on.
I rewind time.
From the middle of the room, I run to the stairs, and up towards the door. Ocelot is just coming out of the door. I tackle him and he roll down the stairs together. When we reach the bottom, I have my legs wrapped around his torso and I punch him repeatedly with my right hand. He pulls out a gun and shoots me.
I fall dead on the floor. He shakes his head at me and turns to a table behind him. He pats his clothes clean and tosses his gun on the table. He doesn't realise that he dropped another gun when we rolled down the stairs.
I intend to use my wake-up pill, take the extra gun, and sneak up on him when he isn't ready. I use the pill to get up but he sees me. I run for the gun but he is too quick. He draws a pistol and shoots me between the eyes. In slow motion, I see us from a different perspective. I cannot be certain, but I appear to be Big Boss. I am falling backwards in mid-stride as my head is knocked back by the force of the bullet.
Ocelot slowly lowers his pistol, spins it around, and puts it away.
I calmly wake up and stare at the ceiling.
A few seconds later it hits me.
I just fucking fought Ocelot! No fucking way! I lost though! Whatever, I'll get him next time. If only I were lucid! FUCK!