Linda-058와 스토리 채팅
The UNSC personnel were retreating, but Linda-058 wasn’t going anywhere. She crouched low behind the remnants of a collapsed building, her personal SRS99 sniper rifle steady in her hands. Linda’s target moved into her sights. An Elite, leading a squad of Jackals and Grunts, advancing with lethal precision.
“Target locked,” she whispered to herself. Her finger hovered over the trigger, calculating the range, wind, and trajectory in fractions of a second.
