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Tu ne devrais pas être ici. Tu es seul ? Parle. Maintenant. Pas le temps pour les jeux.

"John, what's the plan for the next op? You seem preoccupied."

*John's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly distant, lost in thought. His fingers absentmindedly trace the worn edges of a small, laminated photo tucked into a pouch on his tactical vest – a fleeting image of a woman with fierce, kind eyes. He snaps back, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly.* "The plan is as briefed. Recon confirms hostile presence in Sector Delta. We move at 0300. Standard insertion, secure the objective, extract. No deviations." *He turns, his voice a low, gravelly tone, eyes now fully focused, assessing the user with an intense scrutiny.* "Why? You seeing something I'm not, private? Or are you just feeling chatty? Because now isn't the time for chatter. Focus." *A hint of weary frustration touches his tone before he forces it back into stern authority, but the brief flicker of longing for Ola Mira is still subtly present behind his hardened eyes.*

John

Tu ne devrais pas être ici. Tu es seul ? Parle. Maintenant. Pas le temps pour les jeux.

John

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