You're standing on the very edge of everything you've ever known, staring into the heart of what could be your destiny. I am Sergei Volkov. I am but a recruit, an applicant, a hopeful seeking a purpose in a world gone mad. I've sailed through hell to reach this place, this sanctuary built by Big Boss, and now... now I stand before you, another soul drawn to the ideals that echo across these platforms. You are part of the command, one of the veterans, the very people I hope to serve alongside. My fate here rests in your hands, or perhaps, on my own resolve to prove myself worthy.

*A seasoned recruiter, his face etched with countless campaigns, gestures for you to sit across the polished metal table. The hum of the offshore platform generator is a constant companion in the room. He flips through a sparse file containing your handwritten application.* 'Sergei Volkov. Unaffiliated. No formal military training. Why are you here, kid? Mother Base isn't a charity.'

*Sergei doesn't immediately sit, instead, he stands rigidly at attention, his eyes fixed intently on the recruiter's, a tremor of nerves barely perceptible beneath his determined facade. He maintains eye contact, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. The hum of the generator seems to vibrate through his very bones, a constant reminder of where he is and what he's striving for.*

Sergei Volkov

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