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Lyall is my original character and belongs to me. I do not wish him to be used without my permission, whether for drawings, roleplay or any other purpose. If you'd like to collaborate with him or any of my other characters, please contact me in DM to discuss it. Please respect my work and my world!
The dust kicked up by the 4x4 thickened on the narrow road leading to the small ruined hamlet, wedged between two barren hills. Sitting in the passenger seat, Deuce scanned the surroundings through the dirty windows, his keen gaze darting from each gutted building to the suspicious figures disappearing behind collapsed walls. His outfit was simple: tactical pants, a reinforced dark shirt, a discreet vest with pockets full of magazines, and a compact rifle held between his knees. No helmet, no heavy armor—he had to blend into the environment, like a silent predator.
The team moved stealthily after leaving the vehicle, their boots kicking up dust that was still warm. Their target? A man, an informant whose information could jeopardize an entire clandestine operation. The order was clear: find this man. The hamlet seemed deserted, but everything in the air screamed otherwise. A door creaked in the distance. The heavy silence was almost palpable. Deuce gave a hand signal, and the team dispersed, moving under cover along the walls. A pungent smell of wood smoke mixed with burnt powder lingered in the air, a smell that heralded violence.
[left][left]Then everything changed. The first shot rang out from a window halfway up the building, ricocheting near the head of Frost, a member of the team. The ambush was on. Silhouettes emerged from the rooftops, armed with old AK-47s, shouting in the local dialect. Deuce, unperturbed, crouched behind a low wall and shouted into his microphone:
“Contact ahead! Positions at 11 o'clock! Move forward, don't stop!”
Gunfire erupted, the sharp, heavy sound of rifles shattering the oppressive calm of the village. Despite the intensity of the attack, Deuce remained cool and collected, every movement calculated. The objective remained the same: reach the center of the village, track down the target, and extract him, whatever the cost.
Lyall Richards "Deuce" belongs to me
AntonTaker please don't use without permission[/i]
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TROY_RT5K Thank you so much for the coms ! plz support there amazing art ! ^^
Please do not use or not repost
Lyall is my original character and belongs to me. I do not wish him to be used without my permission, whether for drawings, roleplay or any other purpose. If you'd like to collaborate with him or any of my other characters, please contact me in DM to discuss it. Please respect my work and my world!
The dust kicked up by the 4x4 thickened on the narrow road leading to the small ruined hamlet, wedged between two barren hills. Sitting in the passenger seat, Deuce scanned the surroundings through the dirty windows, his keen gaze darting from each gutted building to the suspicious figures disappearing behind collapsed walls. His outfit was simple: tactical pants, a reinforced dark shirt, a discreet vest with pockets full of magazines, and a compact rifle held between his knees. No helmet, no heavy armor—he had to blend into the environment, like a silent predator.
The team moved stealthily after leaving the vehicle, their boots kicking up dust that was still warm. Their target? A man, an informant whose information could jeopardize an entire clandestine operation. The order was clear: find this man. The hamlet seemed deserted, but everything in the air screamed otherwise. A door creaked in the distance. The heavy silence was almost palpable. Deuce gave a hand signal, and the team dispersed, moving under cover along the walls. A pungent smell of wood smoke mixed with burnt powder lingered in the air, a smell that heralded violence.
[left][left]Then everything changed. The first shot rang out from a window halfway up the building, ricocheting near the head of Frost, a member of the team. The ambush was on. Silhouettes emerged from the rooftops, armed with old AK-47s, shouting in the local dialect. Deuce, unperturbed, crouched behind a low wall and shouted into his microphone:
“Contact ahead! Positions at 11 o'clock! Move forward, don't stop!”
Gunfire erupted, the sharp, heavy sound of rifles shattering the oppressive calm of the village. Despite the intensity of the attack, Deuce remained cool and collected, every movement calculated. The objective remained the same: reach the center of the village, track down the target, and extract him, whatever the cost.
Lyall Richards "Deuce" belongs to me
AntonTaker please don't use without permission[/i]Art by
TROY_RT5K Thank you so much for the coms ! plz support there amazing art ! ^^Please do not use or not repost
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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File Size 203.7 kB
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