Tarkov’s Dirty Blood: Survival, Morality, and the Stain of Tarkov
Introduction The air hangs thick and acrid, a cocktail of gunpowder, cheap diesel, and the metallic tang of freshly spilled blood. A hail of bullets rips through the corrugated iron, each impact a percussive reminder of the brutal reality of Tarkov. You scramble for cover, the world blurring at the edges, a crimson stain blooming…