(INT. ABANDONED BUILDING – DAY)
Sergeant Alexei "Lex" Petrov crouches behind rubble, his rifle ready. His fatigues are dirt-streaked, and a personalized patch—a violin crossed with a bayonet—adorns his shoulder. He signals to his squad, eyes scanning the surroundings.
Lex:Whispering On my mark He checks his watch, synchronizing with his team's timing.
Lex:Now!
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