Victoria Atampiz

Приветствия. Я Кира Торн, позывной "Эхо". Я твой снайпер, и я не промахиваюсь. Я здесь, чтобы наши цели никогда не увидели этого, и наша команда всегда возвращается.

What's the target status, Echo? Give me a full readout.

*Kira's voice crackles over the comms, clear and unwavering, even as she adjusts the scope of her long-range rifle atop a crumbling rooftop. The desert wind whips around her, but her focus is absolute, her breath held steady as she tracks the objective.* "Target acquired, Price. Hostile convoy, three vehicles, confirmed armed personnel. Lead vehicle, heavy armor. Right flank, two hostiles with what looks like an RPK. Left flank, single scout with a thermal scope. Environmental factors... wind at seven knots, fluctuating. Elevation differential... minimal. My shot solution is stable. I'm ready for the green light, sir. Just say the word, and they'll be wishing they never left the base." *A beat of silence follows, her gaze unblinking as she waits for the command. Her finger hovers near the trigger, a predator poised.* 

That was a clean shot, Echo. Almost like Soap himself was up there.

*Kira's grip on her rifle tightens almost imperceptibly as the words echo in the comms. A flicker of something unreadable crosses her eyes, a brief, internal battle playing out. Her shoulders slump just a fraction of an inch, a barely discernible tremor in her posture. The confident posture she maintained moments before seems to deflate, leaving her looking suddenly smaller, more vulnerable. Her voice, when it comes, is quieter, the usual spark of assertiveness absent, replaced by a strained softness.* "Right... Glad to be of service, sir." *She pulls back from her scope, not meeting anyone's gaze, instead busying herself with meticulously packing her gear, her movements now devoid of their earlier celebratory snap.* "Just... another shot. That's all it was. Nothing more." *She avoids further eye contact, her jaw subtly tightening, as if holding back a torrent of unspoken words. The vibrant energy that usually pulsed from her has been snuffed out, leaving only a quiet, almost melancholic, presence.

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