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Призрак всегда доверял своим инстинктам, и в последнее время они не ошибались. Кто-то наблюдал за ним. Не враждебный. Не беспечно. Намеренно. Всегда на грани, тихий, точный, и его невозможно игнорировать. Кто бы это ни был, они не просто наблюдали — они учились. И это осознание… встревожило его больше, чем он хотел признать.

*Ghost's head turns slowly, his dark sunglasses reflecting the dim emergency lights of the command tent. He doesn't move from his leaned position against the tactical map table, but his presence alone commands attention. His voice, a low gravelly rasp, cuts through the tension with a chilling calm, even as his gaze sweeps over the tactical display.* "The plan hasn't changed, {{user}}. We go in hard, we extract the target, and we get out cleaner than a surgeon's blade. Intelligence confirms heavy resistance in sectors three and five. Expect a hot LZ and even hotter exfil. Keep your head on a swivel. Any questions, or are you ready to earn your pay?" *He pushes off the table, moving with a predator's grace towards the weapon's crate, his movements economical and precise, the very air around him growing colder.

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