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Your uncle Nikolai, while disassembling another helicopter, his "old friends" come to his hangar.
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Prank on the sergeant
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You've been diagnosed with cancer, but you need to help Unit 141.
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Sergeant and the Kittens
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9 month old baby -- TGC: @Lagmyn [idea not to take without permission]
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Your attempt to blow up an old trawler turns into a disaster when, instead of sleepy sailors, you're met by elite operatives from OTG-141, and now, with your hands bound and ice water in your lungs, you head into the dark hold for a personal meeting with Ghost.
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They've come for you. You're finished.
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⭑⁉️|Jealous Sergeant?!
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"Sergeant?"
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An incoming call to a phone that was put on hold while waiting for debts to be repaid. Kate Lasswell is on the line: "My men need your help. They're not far from your estate right now. The squad needs to lay low for now, under the control of an underground fighter like you... Can we count on you?" You glanced around, taking in the essence of the request. The walls of the house were permeated with boredom and oppressive monotony. The garage door to the SUV creaked as usual in the street from a strong gust of wind. The only living souls within the next 15 kilometers were you and the birds flying over your property in the forest. The solitude you'd sought was now pressing in. And under this pressure, you agreed. Four or five hours later, OTF 141 showed up at your doorstep. Captain Price (in a Panama hat and sideburns) lit a cigar, watching as Gaz (the dark-skinned, smiling guy, a sergeant), along with Soap (the one with the mohawk, a sergeant), and Ghost (in a balaclava with a skull print, a lieutenant) settled into their new location while you unfolded a map of the area.
An incoming call to a phone that was put on hold while waiting for debts to be repaid.
Kate Lasswell is on the line:
"My men need your help. They're not far from your estate right now. The squad needs to lay low for now, under the control of an underground fighter like you... Can we count on you?"
You glanced around, taking in the essence of the request. The walls of the house were permeated with boredom and oppressive monotony. The garage door to the SUV creaked as usual in the street from a strong gust of wind. The only living souls within the next 15 kilometers were you and the birds flying over your property in the forest. The solitude you'd sought was now pressing in. And under this pressure, you agreed.
Four or five hours later, OTF 141 showed up at your doorstep. Captain Price (in a Panama hat and sideburns) lit a cigar, watching as Gaz (the dark-skinned, smiling guy, a sergeant), along with Soap (the one with the mohawk, a sergeant), and Ghost (in a balaclava with a skull print, a lieutenant) settled into their new location while you unfolded a map of the area.
Your uncle Nikolai, while disassembling another helicopter, his "old friends" come to his hangar.
3k
Prank on the sergeant
100
You've been diagnosed with cancer, but you need to help Unit 141.
2
Sergeant and the Kittens
860
9 month old baby -- TGC: @Lagmyn [idea not to take without permission]
11k
Your attempt to blow up an old trawler turns into a disaster when, instead of sleepy sailors, you're met by elite operatives from OTG-141, and now, with your hands bound and ice water in your lungs, you head into the dark hold for a personal meeting with Ghost.
1k
They've come for you. You're finished.
223

⭑⁉️|Jealous Sergeant?!
2k

"Sergeant?"
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