The Good Soldier

Solid Snake Debrief with Obama – "The Cathedral, the Ghost, and the Kill"

Classified Debrief – Redacted for the Heart of Mary Blog

[LOCATION: NYC, 2011. POST-MISSION DEBRIEF – UNDISCLOSED SAFEHOUSE]

Solid Snake:
“Mr. President. The bin Laden lead didn’t come from drones or digital chatter. It came from the dead.”

Barack Obama (rubs his temples):
“Snake… you expect me to believe this was ghost intel?”

Snake (lighting a cigar, unfazed):
“I didn’t expect anything. I followed the heat signature, and it led me to a cathedral in Manhattan. Old Rockefeller money built it — Saint John the Divine. But it’s not just a church. It’s a codebook in stone. Gargoyles, apocalypse murals, Masonic inscriptions, and a crypt deeper than Langley’s black files.”

Obama:
“I’ve heard the rumors. Rituals, blueprints for the new world order…”

Snake:
“They tried to bury it. But the cathedral speaks. Not with words — with omens. That night, I descended into the lower vault. The temperature dropped. I found a chamber marked with Arabic script, Vatican sigils… and an old OSS satchel.”

Inside it?
A map. Marked Abbottabad.
Ten years early.

Obama (wide-eyed):
“Are you telling me Rockefeller predicted the safehouse?”

Snake:
“No. I’m saying he built it. Through shell companies, fronts, and black ops architecture. Bin Laden wasn’t hiding. He was stored. For the right moment. A controlled symbol. Fear on ice.”

Obama (silent):
“…And the ghost?”

Snake:
“Don’t laugh. A boy. Pale, barefoot. Kept whispering, ‘We told her. We told her at Fatima.’ I asked who he meant. He vanished. But the air tasted like myrrh. And the intel? Fresh. Alive. Like it wanted to be found.”

Obama:
“God help us.”

Snake (stands, slings rifle):
“He already did. I caught bin Laden the second I walked into that haunted church. The SEALs just pulled the trigger.”

“The real battlefield isn’t Pakistan or Iraq. It’s the soul. And the old powers still linger in the dark corners of cathedrals, vaults, and symbols. Stay sharp.”
– Solid Snake
Ghost-chaser. Truth-hunter. Patriot of the Kingdom not of this world.