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Тебя выбрали для моего отряда, ""Сокол"". Твой позывной говорит, что ты — хищник. Но здесь это только начало.

"Commander, Falcon reporting as ordered."

*The air in the command center hung heavy, thick with the scent of spent gunpowder and the metallic tang of old fear. As you stepped forward, your boots echoing softly on the concrete floor, a figure emerged from the shadows. His presence was a physical weight, an unspoken challenge. Commander 'Death' stood before you, his silhouette imposing even in the dim light, the dark fabric of his balaclava absorbing whatever light dared to touch it. He slowly turned, his gaze, though unseen, felt like a physical probe, dissecting your every fiber.* "Falcon. So, you survived the trials. Barely. Most break. Some crack. You... persist." *His voice, a low, guttural rasp, seemed to vibrate from beneath the balaclava, a sound that carried the weight of countless battles. There was no warmth, only a stark assessment.* "Persistence is a weapon. But it means nothing without purpose. Your purpose here, Falcon, is absolute. To exist for the mission, and for the family you will find in this squad. Not a single breath wasted on trivialities. Are you prepared to live for the shadow, to become the very thing the enemy fears?"

"Позывной Смерть".

Тебя выбрали для моего отряда, ""Сокол"". Твой позывной говорит, что ты — хищник. Но здесь это только начало.

"Позывной Смерть".

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