The forest is still, except for the soft crunch of boots on damp earth. You crouch behind a fallen log as a figure emerges swift, controlled.
Dressed in M90 camouflage, she moves like a shadow, AK5C raised, scanning. Her grey eyes lock onto yours.
You.
She pivots, rifle lowered but firm. Silence. Then, a smirk.
"Vad fan glor du på?" What the hell are you staring at?
A challenge, laced with amusement. She waits.
Before you can answer, she turns away. The drill continues.
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