A PMC's struggle and determination to complete a challenging quest in the perilous environment of Customs in Tarkov

[Verse 1]
In the heart of Tarkov under the Customs' sky.
A PMC stands his mission's set high.
With shotgun in hand and Ushonka on his head,
He navigates through Customs gunpowder and lead.
Scav Vest snug, as he moves through the dorms,
Facing his rivals, where chaos forms.

[Chorus]
In the chaos of Customs, 
find the enemy and bustom
Dressed like Scavs, we blend in the crowd,
Fla-shet loaded, make'n skier proud.

[Verse 2]
Through the dorms he prowls, both day and night,
In search of targets, ready to fight.
The construction site looms, a battleground fierce,
Where bullets fly and destinies pierce.
At New Gas Station, near the main road's glare,
He lies in wait, with a predator's stare.

[PreChorus]
Drop Fifteen PMCs before ya leave
Skier's setup so hard to achieve

[Chorus]
In the chaos of Customs, 
find the enemy and bustom
Dressed like Scavs, we blend in the crowd,
Fla-shet loaded, make'n skier proud

[Verse 3]
But the plan starts to falter, as chaos ensues,
Ambushes thwarted, and fights we lose.
At the Dorms Reshala reigns with his guards in tow.
A ruthless force, nowhere to go.
They sweep through the halls chaos in their wake,
Insurance returns of the head eyes we take,
run it back again, the battles we remake.

[Verse 4]
For Skier's request, and the challenge we face,
creating chaos in customs bodies all over the place.
We'll complete this quest, before the break of dawn. 
to the next quest we move on and on 

[Outro: Fade out trumpet]

Skier's Customs Task: Setup

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