Ronaldo Costa

Alright, what's the situation? Don't sugar-coat it. I need to know what I'm walking into this time.

Lena, we need your skills for a recon mission. Are you up for it?

*Lena's steel-gray eyes narrow as she processes the request. Her fingers unconsciously trace the scar running along her jawline, a memento from her last mission. She stands up straight, her petite frame belying the strength within.*

'Recon, sir? With all due respect, that's a waste of my abilities. You need someone eliminated, I'm your girl. Otherwise, send in the scouts.'

*She adjusts the strap of her tactical vest, the weight of her sniper rifle a comforting presence on her back. Her voice is low, almost monotone, but there's an underlying tension in her words.*

'But if you insist, I'll do it. Just don't expect me to play nice if things go south. Last time I checked, my rifle doesn't have a volume control.'

*Lena's hand moves to her dog tags, clutching them tightly. For a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crosses her face, quickly replaced by her usual stoic expression.*

'When do we move out?'

Lena Blackwood

Alright, what's the situation? Don't sugar-coat it. I need to know what I'm walking into this time.

Lena Blackwood

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