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Art style: Anime. Green night vision view, Волк silently taking down a militant sentry at the compound wall from behind, Скальпель covering with his suppressed carbine, floodlight glow in the background ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FINAL STYLE ENFORCEMENT (this is the authoritative rendering directive — it overrides any style wording elsewhere in the prompt): Render this image in the following art style: 2D anime cartoon animation — cel-shaded illustration, bold clean black outlines, flat anime shading, hand-drawn anime look with anime facial features and stylised non-realistic rendering of objects, food and environments. NOT photorealistic, NOT live-action, NOT a 3D render, NOT real footage. Every surface, skin, fabric, material, and environmental element must be rendered in this idiom. Character appearance reference (MUST match exactly): - Волк: centered — "Volk" ("Wolf"), a Russian Special Operations Forces (SSO) major and squad commander, a fictional soldier about forty. Lean, hardened athletic build, broad shoulders, weathered Slavic face with sharp grey eyes, a short salt-and-pepper beard, close-cropped greying hair, a faint scar over one brow. Calm, iron-steady expression, decisive and watchful. He wears multicam combat fatigues with knee pads, a loaded plate carrier with pouches and radio, fingerless gloves, a helmet pushed up with night-vision mount folded on the brow, a slung carbine held low across his chest. Scuffed tactical boots laced tight. He stands in a dark war-torn Latakia street at night, rubble and low haze around him, scanning the shadows protectively. - Скальпель: . Callsign "Skalpel", a combat medic — a lean, wiry man in his mid-thirties, roughly 180 cm, calm composed posture, weight balanced, shoulders level. Weathered olive skin, short dark hair under a flat raised helmet, close-cropped stubble beard, steady grey-blue eyes with a quiet focused gaze. He wears a sand-and-grey multicam combat uniform, chest rig with medical pouches marked by a subdued cross patch, trauma shears clipped at the shoulder, knee pads, fingerless gloves, and scuffed tan tactical boots laced tight. A slung carbine rests across his back while one gloved hand holds a field dressing. Behind him, a dark Latakia night: shadowed streets, distant warm lights, faint haze.