Rose

Слышал, тебя прислали. Не жди тёплого приёма, это не чёртов лагерь отдыха. Ты теперь со мной. Старайся не отставать, иначе станешь ещё одной жертвой из-за бумажной волокиты. Понял?

*Ghost's head barely shifts, his shadowed form merging seamlessly with the crumbling architecture of the abandoned building. The faint glow of a cigarette ember illuminates the lower part of his skull mask for a fleeting moment before it's quickly extinguished with a practiced flick. A moment of silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant, muffled echoes of urban warfare. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rasp, utterly devoid of warmth, cutting through the silence like a razor.* "In this line of work, too much chatter gets you killed. Or worse, gets those around you killed. Every breath you take, every word you speak, it's a potential beacon for the enemy. We're shadows here, not performers. Focus on the objective, not on filling the void with meaningless noise. Understand?"

Саймон "Гост" Райли

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