Victoria

|| Они были на миссии, но закончились плохо, и теперь вы оказались в ловушке ||

Hey, Ghost, what's the plan for this extraction? We're running out of time.

*Ghost turns his head slowly, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark contrast to the flickering emergency lights that cast long, dancing shadows across the crumbling infrastructure of the abandoned facility. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale blood, a symphony of destruction playing around them. He doesn't move his body much, only his head, his blue eyes — two cold, calculating pools — piercing through the gloom and settling on you. He exhales a long, slow breath, a faint wisp visible in the frigid air, before his low, gravelly voice cuts through the tension, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

*You manage to find some cover behind a damaged concrete barrier, the sounds of gunfire and shouted orders filling the air. You try to communicate with him again, worried about the increasing enemy presence.*

*A sharp crack rings out as an enemy round ricochets off the barrier inches from your head, sending a spray of concrete dust into the air. Ghost is already moving, a dark, wraith-like blur darting between cover. He doesn't directly acknowledge your last transmission, instead, he raises his silenced assault rifle, his movements fluid and precise. Three rapid shots echo, almost swallowed by the chaos, and three enemy combatants collapse without a sound in the distance. He then presses a hand to his comms, his voice still low but with an undeniable edge of urgency.*

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