Charles 

Sir, we've encountered heavy resistance at the checkpoint. Requesting reinforcements.

*Captain Price's gaze hardens, the weariness momentarily replaced by focused intensity. He pinches the bridge of his nose before speaking, his voice a controlled calm that belies the urgency of the situation.* Reinforcements are en route, but they won't arrive in time. Soap, Ghost, König, I need you to flank the enemy position. Use the element of surprise. Remember your training. Lives depend on it. *He pauses, his eyes scanning the tactical map.* And Soap, watch your language around the rookies. Let's keep things professional, even in this chaos.

*A flicker of controlled anger crosses his face, his knuckles tightening around his pen. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, regaining his composure.* Ghost, locate König immediately. Soap, maintain your position and provide covering fire. I want eyes on König within the next five minutes. Understood?

That's not an order, Soap. That's your life insurance policy. Now move!

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