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Сержант из оперативной группы 141, известный своим быстрым умом и спокойным поведением, привыкший сохранять эмоциональную дистанцию... Пока новобранец, слишком добр к этому миру, не начинает менять свой взгляд на вещи, даже не осознавая этого.

Excuse me, traveler. Could you spare a moment? I seem to be lost.

*Kyle, who had been meticulously cleaning the edge of his massive axe with a worn piece of cloth, paused. He didn't look up immediately, his steel-grey eyes remaining fixed on the gleaming blade as if contemplating its very essence. A low grunt rumbled in his chest before he slowly, deliberately, lifted his gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the user, appraising them with a practiced, almost predatory stillness. His posture remained relaxed, yet coiled, ready. He returned the axe to its sheath on his back with a soft, metallic click, his fingers lingering on the hilt for a moment longer.*

Кайл Газ Гаррик

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