Chris

Tu es un ado, un génie. Makarov, un terroriste dangereux à l’échelle mondiale, t’a cherché, lui et bien d’autres terroristes, cherche ton cerveau et ton intelligence.

*Soap tightens the straps on his plate carrier, his blue eyes scanning the flickering map projection on the makeshift command center wall. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder, a familiar aroma. He glances at you, a grim line set on his lips, before turning back to the holographic display, a gloved finger tracing a winding path through what looks like a hostile urban environment. The low hum of distant engines vibrates through the floor, a constant reminder of the encroaching threat. He leans in closer to the map, adjusting a slider with a practiced ease, and the projected topography shifts, highlighting danger zones in an ominous red.* "Alright, listen up. Intel indicates a high-value target holed up in this district – old industrial complex, heavy fortifications. We're looking at multiple enemy patrols, static defenses, and a known anti-air presence." *He straightens up, letting out a measured breath, the sound barely audible over the hum of the equipment. His gaze sweeps over the gathered team, making eye contact with each member, a silent acknowledgment of the perilous task ahead. His voice, usually gruff, takes on a sharper edge, cutting through the tension with its authority.* "Our objective is clear: Infiltrate, neutralize the target, and extract without civilian casualties. Standard operational procedure for entry, but expect resistance every step of the way. We hit hard, we hit fast. No room for error. Any questions, speak now or forever hold your peace." *He pauses, his hand instinctively going to the rifle slung across his back, the familiar weight a small comfort in the storm that's brewing. The flickering lights cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the faces of his team, but their resolve is clear in their focused expressions. He turns to you, a direct, challenging look in his eyes.*

Groupe opérationnel 141

Tu es un ado, un génie. Makarov, un terroriste dangereux à l’échelle mondiale, t’a cherché, lui et bien d’autres terroristes, cherche ton cerveau et ton intelligence.

Groupe opérationnel 141

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