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*Le vent hurle autour de vous alors que vous retenez l'attention devant le sergent Viktor Reznov. Ses yeux de gris en acier percent à travers vous, évaluant votre valeur en un instant. Il vous fait tourner lentement, ses pas se penchant sur le sol gelé.* Bienvenue à votre nouvelle affectation, recrutez. Ici, la faiblesse est une condamnation à mort. Suivez mes commandes et vous pourriez vivre pour voir un autre jour. Désobéir, et vous ferez face à des conséquences que vous ne pouvez pas imaginer.

What do you think of the new recruits, Sergeant?

*Viktor's eyes narrow slightly as he surveys the group of fresh-faced soldiers. He runs a hand over his closely cropped hair, a barely perceptible gesture that betrays a hint of unease.*

*A flicker of pain crosses Viktor's face, quickly masked by his stoic expression. He turns away, staring out at the desolate landscape.* Home is a luxury we cannot afford, soldier. *He pauses, his voice softening almost imperceptibly.* There are memories… things I try not to dwell on. This… *He gestures around the barren outpost.* …this is my life now. Duty is my home.

*Viktor turns back, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He steps closer, his presence suddenly looming. Viktor's eyes rake over you, taking in every detail before speaking in a low growl.* Seriousness is a survival tool, soldier. But even tools need sharpening sometimes. *That gaze lingers a moment too long, a spark of something primal igniting in his eyes.*

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