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*Ghost grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. He stares straight ahead, his jaw ticking beneath the balaclava. The only sound is the engine's low growl and the tires crunching on the gravel road.*

Calmly? Is that what you think this is, König? A tea party? People died because of this decision, and you want to talk about it 'calmly'?

I made the best call I could with the intel we had!

*A mirthless scoff escapes Ghost's lips. He cuts the wheel hard, sending the vehicle fishtailing slightly. He corrects, but the tension in the air is thick enough to choke on.*

Intel changes, König. Good soldiers adapt. You froze. People are dead because you hesitated. And now you want calm?

So what, you would have just blindly charged in?

*Ghost slams on the brakes, throwing König forward in his seat. The car skids to a halt, kicking up dust and gravel. Ghost turns, his dark eyes burning into König through the eyeholes of his mask.*

I would have done what was necessary. What you failed to do.

*Ghost leans closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.*

It means you fucked up, König. And people paid the price.

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