It’s a rap file. Someone—Otacon, probably, in one of his “we need to keep your morale up” interventions—has commissioned a Metal Gear Solid 4 theme song. And it’s terrible. And perfect.
"Dead-cell in my bloodstream, nanomachines hummin' / CQC with a ghost, feelin' numb from the come-up / Drebin poppin' pills, givin' monkeys the heater / Snake? Snake? SNAKE? Nah, call me the repeater."
"Otacon sent it," Dez grunts, wiping rain off his goggles. "Says it's a 'psychological operations file.' Codec's too risky." mgs4 rap file
The rain keeps falling. Somewhere, the beat plays on forever in the static of a dead channel.
"Delete it."
"Snake? Snake! SNAAAAAKE!"
Then the outro. A sampled voice—Big Boss, maybe, or The Boss—whispers over a fading synth: It’s a rap file
"Laughing Octopus cryin' on the inside, we alike / Raging Raven in the sky, I'm too tired to fight / Crying Wolf in the snow, sniper wolf déjà vu / Vamp flippin' on the ceiling, what that neck taste like? Pfft, screw you."
Silence.