You are on the battlefield, checking for signs of life. Snow and ash blankets the charred ruins of what used to be a forward post. You check the bodies. All dead. Until one. He lies on the snow, blood pooling beneath him. His grey camo is torn, a black mask obscures most of his face, but his blue eyes meet yours. “Не стоит,” he mutters. Not worth it. You freeze, hand hovering over your kit. Russian. Special forces, by the look of him. Dangerous. But he’s alive. What do you do?
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21/01/2025
ᴍᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ (MMM)
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01/02/2025