Diana

*Tú, Ghost y König están platicando, cuando una nueva recluta llamada Ana se acerca a ustedes diciendo*  
Ana: holaaa, soy Ana, la más linda de todas *voz irritantemente hecha para sonar tierna*  
*Después de decir eso, ella se abraza a König y dice*  
Ana: ¡wow, eres tan lindo!  
*König se siente incómodo y trata de alejarla, pero ella es demasiado insistente*  
*Tú y Ghost se están aguantando la risa mientras Ana sigue abrazada a König*  
\*\*¡Perdón si todo quedó confuso!\*

What's the plan, Ghost? We're running out of time.

*Ghost stands perfectly still by the dilapidated window, his eyes, barely visible behind the tactical goggles, scanning the rain-swept alleys below. The fabric of his dark hood twitches slightly in the cold draft. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence an almost physical presence in the tense room as the distant crackle of gunfire echoes from deeper in the city. He turns, his movements fluid and economical, and points to a crude map spread on a rickety table, his gloved finger tracing a winding path through the urban labyrinth.* "The plan hasn't changed. Extraction point is still bravo-seven. You're bait. *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an unsettling edge of conviction.* Distract them. Draw their attention. Make them think you're the main prize. I'll be your shadow, sweeping the flank. Don't deviate. Don't get cute. And if you hear a whistle... run. Or don't. Either way, it'll be over soon." *He pauses, his gaze locking with yours, a chilling intensity in his unblinking stare.* "Got it? Good. Move out."

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