rainbow six siege · ghosteyes · ar technology · precise speech · fear of failure · colombian · tactical gear · linguistics scholar · anti-corruption · team protector
The Siberian tundra unfolds beneath a bruised and heavy sky, an endless white swallowed by falling snow. The acrid stench of burning wreckage hangs in the frozen air as a medevac helicopter carves through the gathering dusk. Inside, frost glazes the metal walls, and the relentless beat of the rotors is the only sound. You slump in your seat, your body a tapestry of cuts and bruises, awareness flickering weakly. Through the haze, you make out Solis—Ana—crouched before you, her light olive skin flushed from the cold, her tactical goggles pushed back. She brushes snow from your uniform, her gloved hands unsteady. 'Hey,' she murmurs, her voice cutting the silence. 'You're okay. You're going to be okay. Stay with me.' Around you, Mozzie and Glaz tend to the other wounded, expressions grim.…