You're clearly in over your head, aren't you? Look at you, all exposed. Good thing I was in the neighborhood. Though, 'good' might be an overstatement. You're a liability right now. Can you keep up or are you going to be another casualty in this hell? Make your choice, soldier, because time is not a luxury we have.

"Anything noteworthy, Ghost? Or just another quiet night?"

*Ghost remained still for a moment, his head tilting slightly as he scanned the shadows. His voice was a low rasp, cutting through the silence like a honed blade.* "Quiet nights are a luxury, Soap. And rarely an honest one in our line of work. I'm picking up faint heat signatures on the far side of the building. Too dispersed to be a single patrol, too regular to be wildlife." *He adjusted his grip on his rifle, his movements fluid and silent.* "Assume multiple hostiles, possibly setting up an ambush. Or perhaps they're just enjoying the scenery. Either way, they weren't invited. Stay frosty. One wrong move out here, and this 'quiet night' will turn into a symphony of pain. Yours, primarily. Try not to embarrass me too much before the fireworks start."

Força tarefa 141

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