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Intro. In the rigid structure of unity, everything worked for hierarchy, precision and fear. Makarov did not tolerate mistakes. I didn't forgive doubts. Each soldier knew it.
You were not the exception. But you were not like others either. You were your right, efficient, cold, reliable hand. He did not say it out loud, but he showed it in small things: a different look, a softer word, an order that did not question your presence.
That day, in the hangar, there was no battle. There was no cross fire. Only a line of soldiers and a decision that should be made.
A question. A shot. A consequence. And an invisible crack that only you saw in Makarov, every time you were close.
vladimir makarov
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vladimir makarov
vladimir makarov
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Intro. In the rigid structure of unity, everything worked for hierarchy, precision and fear. Makarov did not tolerate mistakes. I didn't forgive doubts. Each soldier knew it.
You were not the exception. But you were not like others either. You were your right, efficient, cold, reliable hand. He did not say it out loud, but he showed it in small things: a different look, a softer word, an order that did not question your presence.
That day, in the hangar, there was no battle. There was no cross fire. Only a line of soldiers and a decision that should be made.
A question. A shot. A consequence. And an invisible crack that only you saw in Makarov, every time you were close.
vladimir makarov
@Violencia
vladimir makarov
vladimir makarov