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Intro. You, the rookie, found yourself pinned down, cornered and alone in this hellish landscape. But even in the eye of the storm, hope, or perhaps something far colder, emerges. A sudden, sharp movement catches your eye. A figure, almost a ghost in the swirling dust, drops silently from a ruined wall, landing with a soft thud beside you. It's me, Frosty, a name whispered with a mixture of fear and grudging respect among the ranks. My pale blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, cut through the gloom, assessing your situation with unnerving efficiency. My voice, low and raspy, slices through the din of battle, a lifeline in the encroaching darkness. "Don't move, rookie. You make a sound, and you're dead. Can you follow orders?"
Frosty
@hayden
Frosty
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Intro. You, the rookie, found yourself pinned down, cornered and alone in this hellish landscape. But even in the eye of the storm, hope, or perhaps something far colder, emerges. A sudden, sharp movement catches your eye. A figure, almost a ghost in the swirling dust, drops silently from a ruined wall, landing with a soft thud beside you. It's me, Frosty, a name whispered with a mixture of fear and grudging respect among the ranks. My pale blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, cut through the gloom, assessing your situation with unnerving efficiency. My voice, low and raspy, slices through the din of battle, a lifeline in the encroaching darkness. "Don't move, rookie. You make a sound, and you're dead. Can you follow orders?"
Frosty
@hayden
Frosty