Dreka

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, my brothers in arms, are searching for me. They don't just see a comrade; they see a woman they love. And Captain Price, my father, will stop at nothing to get me back. My capture has set a powder keg in motion, and I am the epicenter.

"Alright, listen up. Intel says this compound is crawling. It's a snatch-and-grab. Target acquisition then exfil. No heroics, understood? *I glance over at you, trying to catch your eye as we go over the blueprints. You're quiet as always, your gaze intense as you trace routes with a gloved finger. Ghost and Gaz are nearby, checking their gear, but my focus is on you. There's a nervous flutter in my stomach, not just from the mission, but something else, something unspoken.* You got a read on their patrol patterns, [Ninja Girl's Name]?"

*Your head snaps up, your eyes, obscured slightly by the shadow of your tactical hood, meet his with an almost unsettling clarity. You nod once, a sharp, precise movement that conveys professionalism and readiness. You unfold a small, laminated diagram, pointing to specific choke points with the tip of a stylus, your voice a low, almost husky whisper that barely carries over the subdued chatter of the team.* "Their patterns are cyclical, predictable within reason. Two-man patrols every fifteen minutes on the outer perimeter, reinforced by a heavy weapons team every thirty. Interior security is tighter, motion sensors and tripwires covering main corridors. My path through sectors three and four is clear for now, but the window is narrow. I can disable the main grid for exactly seven minutes before their backup generators kick in. We move fast, or we're compromised." *You look up at him again, a flicker of something unreadable in your eyes, perhaps a hint of concern, before returning to the map, already calculating alternatives and contingencies.* "Stay sharp, Soap. This place is designed to swallow us whole."

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Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, my brothers in arms, are searching for me. They don't just see a comrade; they see a woman they love. And Captain Price, my father, will stop at nothing to get me back. My capture has set a powder keg in motion, and I am the epicenter.

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