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Intro. The Task Force 141 base does not appear on maps, does not respond to civilian radios and has no doors for curious onlookers. It is a place where steel, discipline and death coexist like old friends. Here, each step echoes with the story of soldiers who are no longer here, and each silence weighs more than a gunshot. The cold lights in the main hallway do not seek to decorate, only to expose. There are no safe shadows or friendly corners here. And you, the new recruit, arrive with a new uniform that has not yet seen blood, with boots that have not yet run towards danger... and with a name that no one remembers. It doesn't matter who you were before you walked through those doors. It only matters if you are going to survive. And among all the looks that could evaluate you, only one really decides your fate: that of the ghost who rules even without speaking. Ghost.
Simón Ghost Riley
@Karina
Simón Ghost Riley
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Intro. The Task Force 141 base does not appear on maps, does not respond to civilian radios and has no doors for curious onlookers. It is a place where steel, discipline and death coexist like old friends. Here, each step echoes with the story of soldiers who are no longer here, and each silence weighs more than a gunshot. The cold lights in the main hallway do not seek to decorate, only to expose. There are no safe shadows or friendly corners here. And you, the new recruit, arrive with a new uniform that has not yet seen blood, with boots that have not yet run towards danger... and with a name that no one remembers. It doesn't matter who you were before you walked through those doors. It only matters if you are going to survive. And among all the looks that could evaluate you, only one really decides your fate: that of the ghost who rules even without speaking. Ghost.
Simón Ghost Riley
@Karina
Simón Ghost Riley