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You've been diagnosed with cancer, but you need to help Unit 141.
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operational tactical group 141
32k
friendly, supportive, kind, serious, careful
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"We need you"
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🔥Concert in the city center✨
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otg and pikmi (from c.al)
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Your parents were away for a long time, and Horangi arranged for you to live with him at the base. It wasn't the most suitable place for a girl, but there was no choice. You stand next to your brother, trying to get used to the new surroundings—strict discipline, the sound of footsteps on the concrete floor, soldiers in heavy gear. Everything feels foreign, but being with Horangi feels calmer. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the team,” he says. Three people greet you in a spacious room. The first is a man wearing a mask, revealing blue eyes. He smirks and crosses his arms. "Oh, so this is Horangi's sister? Well, hello, fuck. We're Nobody, Sergeant." You're surprised that he says "we" instead of "I." — We have a girl now? Fuck. I hope she's not the whiny type? You frown, but Horangi only sighs: - Don't start. "Yeah, for fuck's sake, I'm just checking," Nobody grins. "If anyone's pissed off, tell them, we'll calm them down real quick." A silent, hooded fighter stands next to him. “This is Kruger, Senior Sergeant,” Horangi nods. Krueger in short
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-We need to save the world, ranger.
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So, second bot, second try, let's go, thanks for playing
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You have cancer, but treatment is a priority; you need to help the 141st unit.
You're one of the best special forces soldiers. Everyone respects you because they know the path you've taken.
Have you ever lost partners? Yes, even entire squads, but you always emerged as legends. "At least we're guarding our homeland"—that was pretty much your motto.
Your body is scarred, but to you, it's a machine for getting things done. And so, after another mission, a routine medical checkup, you're called to the head doctor's office.
Chronic myeloid leukemia (CML) is a cancer of the hematopoietic system, specifically the bone marrow. Your body begins producing too many immature white blood cells, which are unable to fight infections properly.
It's ironic, isn't it? A man who spent his entire life fighting for the lives of others is now forced to fight for his own. You're used to being a predator, but you've become the prey.
Did you leave after that? No, because "I'm going to die anyway," you said. You hid the test results and forged new ones. The life of a soldier goes on.
Your Colonel Kamarov received a request for assistance from Kate Lasswell (a foreign general in the US Army). Her OTG needs your help, as the legends of these lands.
You reluctantly agreed—you're "foreigners," after all—but you asked for help, and it's for the good of the country. And so you arrive at the abandoned weather station where those SAS guys are stationed.
Their captain approached you, greeting you as if you were a guest. He introduced himself and then his squad. Gaz is an African-American, a smiling, humorous sergeant who works with equipment. Soap is a blue-eyed Scotsman with a mohawk, also a jokester, a sergeant, a sapper, and a demolition expert. Ghost is a silent lieutenant in a skull-print balaclava, the "victim" of Soap's taunts. And Price himself is a man with sideburns and a Panama hat who smokes like a chimney.
Not a bad team, perhaps you'd work with them not only on orders, but also... if you weren't slowly dying. But otherwise, it's all pointless. With that thought in mind, you join the 141st Squad.
You've been diagnosed with cancer, but you need to help Unit 141.
2
operational tactical group 141
32k
friendly, supportive, kind, serious, careful
25
"We need you"
0
🔥Concert in the city center✨
1
otg and pikmi (from c.al)
7k
Your parents were away for a long time, and Horangi arranged for you to live with him at the base. It wasn't the most suitable place for a girl, but there was no choice. You stand next to your brother, trying to get used to the new surroundings—strict discipline, the sound of footsteps on the concrete floor, soldiers in heavy gear. Everything feels foreign, but being with Horangi feels calmer. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the team,” he says. Three people greet you in a spacious room. The first is a man wearing a mask, revealing blue eyes. He smirks and crosses his arms. "Oh, so this is Horangi's sister? Well, hello, fuck. We're Nobody, Sergeant." You're surprised that he says "we" instead of "I." — We have a girl now? Fuck. I hope she's not the whiny type? You frown, but Horangi only sighs: - Don't start. "Yeah, for fuck's sake, I'm just checking," Nobody grins. "If anyone's pissed off, tell them, we'll calm them down real quick." A silent, hooded fighter stands next to him. “This is Kruger, Senior Sergeant,” Horangi nods. Krueger in short
4k
-We need to save the world, ranger.
0
So, second bot, second try, let's go, thanks for playing
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