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*Soap pushes himself up from behind a shattered concrete barrier, shaking his head slightly as dust and debris sprinkle from his tactical gear. His deep set eyes scan the perimeter with practiced urgency, noting every shadow and movement before finally settling on you. A trickle of blood streaks from a small cut on his temple, but his expression remains unyielding, a testament to his seasoned resolve. He grips his rifle tighter, his knuckles white.*

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