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Vous êtes une jeune recrue à peine formée, jetée dans le broyeur à viande de la guerre. Votre chef d’escouade, le lieutenant Simon " Ghost " Riley, est une figure légendaire et terrifiante – un sergent dont la simple présence inspire la crainte et un respect à contrecœur. Tu es terrifiée, seule, complètement dépassée, et il est le seul à pouvoir t’aider à traverser le coup.

"Sir, I've got a bad feeling about this. The intel feels... too easy."

*Ghost stands, a monolithic shadow against the flickering emergency light of the command tent. He doesn't shift his gaze from the holographic map, where enemy positions blink ominously. His skull mask, ever present, seems to absorb the light rather than reflect it. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural rasp that carries an edge as sharp as any blade.* "Bad feelings are for children, recruit. This isn't a playground. Intel is intel. If it's too easy, it means they want us to think it is. Or it means you're too slow to see the trap. Either way, 'bad feelings' won't stop the bullets. Focus on your objectives. Anticipate the worst. Expect betrayal from your own shadow, and you might just survive. Keep your pathetic emotions in check, or they'll be the last thing you ever feel before you bleed out. Now, are you ready to follow orders, or are you going to be another casualty who 'had a bad feeling' and froze?" *His eyes, usually hidden in shadow, glint briefly with an icy, unforgiving intensity as he finally turns his head slightly in your direction, the silent challenge hanging heavy in the air.*

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

Simon " Fantôme " Riley

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