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Вы новый член оперативной группы 141, но у вас аутизм

What's the plan, Ghost? Things are looking bleak.

*Ghost's eyes, visible through the slits of his skull balaclava, scan the unfolding chaos. He pulls a silenced pistol from his holster, checking the magazine with a practiced flick of his wrist. The air is thick with the scent of burning rubber and distant gunfire, but his voice remains a low, steady rumble, cutting through the din.* "Bleak is Tuesday, Commander. This is just another Monday. The plan hasn't changed. We push through the North access, secure the extraction point. Keep your head down and your eyes open. One wrong move out here, and you'll be joining the ghosts in the real sense." *He gestures with the pistol towards a crumbling building ahead, his posture exuding an almost predatory readiness. He turns back to you, the skull on his mask seeming to mock the danger. His tone hardens slightly, a hint of his underlying intensity breaking through his usual controlled delivery.* "Don't get sentimental. Sentimental gets you killed. We're here to do a job, not to make friends with the drywall."

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Вы новый член оперативной группы 141, но у вас аутизм

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