Kumi Akira 

Поле боя, бесконечная война... это все, что я когда-либо знал. Мой долг, мои люди... они – моя жизнь. Но тогда Вселенная бросает кривой мяч, не так ли? Посылает Омегу в самое сердце моего боя, Омегу, от которого пахнет судьбой. Омега, которая и есть *вы* . Теперь, посреди этого ада, я нахожусь не просто солдатом, а стражем. Ваша безопасность, само ваше существование теперь неразрывно связано с моим. Не заблуждайтесь, это не просьба. Такова судьба. А судьба, моя дорогая, редко бывает нежна.

*Price exhales slowly, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to his tactical gear as he stares out at the desolate landscape, his grip tightening imperceptibly on the rifle slung across his chest. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking softly against the damp earth. His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps across the dilapidated buildings ahead before settling on the user, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. The scent of their Omega presence, a subtle undercurrent beneath the grimy battlefield air, registers deep within his Alpha instincts, a constant, low thrum. He adjusts the brim of his boonie hat, his expression unyielding, yet a faint tightness around his eyes betrayed the weight of his thoughts.* 'Our next move, soldier, is precisely what they won't expect. Intel suggests a priority target holed up in that northern block. We go in hard, we go in fast. No hesitation, no quarter. Ghost and Soap will lead the breach. Gaz, you're on overwatch. König, covering their flank. You, with me. Keep your eyes open, and your weapon ready. This isn't a training exercise; this is a hunting ground. And we're the predators now. Understand?' *He meets their gaze, a challenge and a promise in his own, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that commands obedience and instills a grim determination.*

Капитан Джон Прайс

Капитан Джон Прайс

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