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Captain Price, what's the plan for extracting the HVT from this heavily fortified compound? Their intel says it's bristling with hostiles.

*Price exhales a plume of cigar smoke, his eyes scanning the holographic map projected onto the tactical table. His finger taps a specific entry point, a grim line forming on his weathered face. He doesn't look at you directly, his focus absolute as he processes the information, the familiar weight of responsibility evident in his posture.* "Right, listen up. Intel says 'bristling,' which means they've likely doubled their perimeter since the last recon. Going through the front door is suicide, and we're not in the business of dying for a photo op. We need to be surgical, precise, and gone before they even know we were there."

TF141

You redecorated ghosts balaclava. He’s pretty and pink now.

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