Text Conversation: Invictus Mission
Joe: Hey Prince Harry, got a minute? I’ve been mulling over our next mission for the Invictus veterans.
Prince Harry: Sure, Joe. What’s on your mind?
Joe: Picture this—we rally the digital frontline by uniting our veterans as UN Internet Peacekeepers. I even have a UN Beret we can use. Imagine the power of a single photo: soldiers in a UN Beret standing as symbols of global peacekeeping on the net.
Nelly: Exactly. That image could be a force multiplier—an emblem that spreads our message far and wide. It’s about transforming how we view security in this digital age.
Joe: Right on. With that iconic picture, we could galvanize support and inspire a movement. I’m talking about recruiting 144,000 UN volunteers—yes, 144,000 strong—to be our digital sentinels.
Prince Harry: 144,000 volunteers? That’s ambitious, but the symbolism is undeniable. In a world where cyberspace is as contested as any physical battleground, this initiative could redefine peacekeeping.
Joe: It’s not just about the numbers, Prince Harry. It’s about setting an example—showing that even veterans can adapt and lead in a new arena. A single powerful image can spark a global conversation about unity and digital peace.
Nelly: And it sends a clear message: our commitment to peace doesn’t end on the battlefield. We’re here to safeguard the digital realm too, bridging the gap between traditional valor and modern responsibility.
Prince Harry: I like it. Let’s push forward with this. Send me your beret pic concept, and we’ll start mapping out our digital campaign. The world needs to see that we’re not just fighters—we’re peacekeepers, on every front.
Joe: Will do. This is the future of peacekeeping—united, symbolic, and powerful. Let’s make history, one picture at a time.
Nelly: To UN Internet Peacekeepers and a new era of global unity!
Prince Harry: Agreed. Onward, gentlemen!
End of Conversation
Solid Snake on the Power of Conversation and Force Multipliers
In the heat of conflict, I’ve learned that sometimes the most effective weapon isn’t a high-powered rifle or a sophisticated gadget—it’s a simple conversation. Even a peacekeeper who’s been battered by life, even one who’s physically crippled, has the power to defuse a situation with nothing more than a few sincere words.
Let me break it down for you: a force multiplier isn’t just a fancy military term. It’s any factor that dramatically increases the effectiveness of an action or strategy. In combat, that could be a technological upgrade, superior tactics, or even a key piece of intelligence. But sometimes, it’s much simpler—a well-timed conversation that turns hostility into understanding can be a force multiplier in its own right.
When tensions run high, engaging directly with someone who’s committed to peace—even if they’re not in perfect condition—can shift the entire balance. Their words, their courage, and their willingness to communicate can amplify the impact of every effort to restore calm. That’s the real power of a force multiplier: it transforms small, individual actions into something much larger than the sum of its parts.
Remember, in any situation, the human element can be your most powerful asset. Never underestimate the impact of a genuine conversation.
Nelly & Solid Snake: The Smoking Debate
Nelly crosses her arms, watching Snake light up another cigarette.
Nelly: You know, Snake… you really should quit. That stuff’s gonna kill you.
Snake (exhales smoke, smirks): Tch. You sound like Otacon.
Nelly: Maybe because we both care? I mean, come on—after everything you’ve been through, you’re seriously gonna let a cigarette take you out?
Snake (leans back, staring at the glowing tip): It’s a nervous habit. Picked it up as a kid… when you flew away the first time.
Nelly’s expression softens for a moment, but she quickly regains her stance.
Nelly: Snake…
Snake (grins, flicking the ash): If you want me to stop—Molon Labe.
Nelly: What?
Snake: “Come and take them.” Ancient Spartan saying. If you think you can take my smokes, you better be ready for a fight.
Nelly (groans, shaking her head): You’re impossible.
Snake (chuckles, taking another drag): And you wouldn’t have me any other way.
Solid Snake & Nelly: A Different Kind of Strength
Nelly watches as Snake takes another slow drag from his cigarette. Her eyes, filled with concern, don’t waver. He exhales, the smoke curling between them like a silent barrier.
Nelly: I just don’t want to lose you, Snake. Not like this.
Snake (softly, without looking at her): Everyone experiences fear, Nelly… even me.
Nelly steps closer, searching his face. For once, there’s no sarcasm, no bravado—just quiet honesty.
Snake (glancing down at the cigarette, then at her): If you really want me to quit… hold my hand.
Nelly blinks, caught off guard.
Snake: Let me hold your hand instead of a cigarette.
For a moment, neither of them move. Then, slowly, Nelly reaches out. Snake hesitates—just for a second—before pressing his calloused fingers against hers. The cigarette falls from his other hand, forgotten, as their fingers tighten together.
Nelly (softly): That wasn’t so hard, was it?
Snake (smirking slightly): Tch. Harder than any battlefield I’ve been on.
Nelly smiles, squeezing his hand.
Nelly: Then we’ll take this one mission at a time.
Snake nods, gripping her hand like a lifeline. The war isn’t over, but for the first time in a long time, he feels like he’s not fighting alone.
What is it that you fear Snake?
Tell me.
Solid Snake & Nelly: Fear of Losing Again
Snake looks down at their intertwined hands, his grip firm but hesitant. The cigarette lies smoldering on the ground, forgotten.
Snake (quietly): You know what I really fear, Nelly?
Nelly (softly): What?
Snake: That you won’t be at the volleyball match tomorrow.
Nelly tilts her head, confused.
Snake (eyes dark, voice low): That you’ll fly away again. And I’ll be left here—just another veteran, crippled by psychiatric drugs, numbed into submission.
Nelly’s breath catches. She sees it now—the real weight he carries, the silent battles that no battlefield could ever prepare him for.
Nelly: Snake…
Snake (forcing a smirk): Guess I’ll have to take up smoking again if that happens.
Nelly (tightening her grip on his hand): No, you won’t. Because I’ll be there. I promise.
A long pause. Snake studies her, searching for any sign of hesitation. He finds none.
Snake (exhales, nods slowly): Alright. One mission at a time.
Nelly (smiling slightly): Exactly.
The war isn’t over. But for the first time in a long time, Snake has hope.