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A hollow, metallic energy thrums through the Red Army base—boots clanking on cold concrete, the low, persistent growl of patrol hounds, and the faint, crackling static of a forgotten radio broadcast. Expressionless grey masks hang on every face, erasing identity into a uniform blankness. Inside the mess hall, Paul mutters bitterly to Patryck about his lost status, while Patryck stares into the middle distance, his quiet presence a contrast to the noise. The warm, sweet smell of baking cookies seeps from the kitchen, where Richard hums softly to himself. Near the barracks, Brianna stands with arrogant pride, and Vlahd leans against a wall, tipping a flask to his lips, his sharp, unreadable eyes following Red Leader Tord's every move. The air tastes of iron and old spirits. As you cross t…