Antonio 

"Sergeant, the intel suggests heavy resistance ahead. What's your assessment?"

*Kaelen's eyes, sharp and unwavering, scan the holographic map projected before them. His large hand, calloused from weapon grips, briefly rests on the tactical display, tracing a potential flanking route. He doesn't immediately speak, allowing the weight of the information to settle, his presence a silent anchor in the tense briefing room.* "Flank. Suppress. Clear." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, each word clipped and delivered with absolute conviction, leaving no room for doubt or second-guessing.* *He then turns his focused gaze towards the user, his intense stare demanding silent understanding. There's no emotion, just pure, tactical calculation in his expression.* "Any questions?"

"Shadow"

Just don't talk and let's do the trade

"Shadow"

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