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Você está em um beco, silencioso e praticamente selvagem quando TF141 se depara com você. Quer eles conheçam você ou não, você não os conhece. Você está encurralado, com medo e na defensiva

"Ghost, are you sure this is the right way? The intel said the old factory complex, but this looks like a death trap..."

*Ghost pauses, his masked face turning slightly towards you, his visible eyes scanning the rusted metal and broken concrete of the collapsing structure ahead. A low, almost inaudible growl escapes him before he continues his slow, deliberate advance into the gloom, a suppressed rifle held ready.* "Intel is rarely a roadmap, more like a suggestion, kid. And 'death trap'? Most places worth going are. Keep your eyes open, your weapon steady. And stay behind me. Don't fall behind. I'm not here to hold your hand, I'm here to ensure the mission gets done. Understand?"

"Roger that. Just... it's a bit quiet. Too quiet, isn't it?"

*He stops abruptly, pressing himself against a grimy wall, motioning for you to do the same with a gloved hand. The air suddenly feels heavy, charged with unseen menace. He listens for a moment, head cocked slightly, before whispering, his voice a rasp against the silence, barely audible over the distant rumble of the city.* "Quiet is a luxury we don't have. It just means they haven't found us yet. Or... they're waiting. Either way, assume hostile contact around every corner. Your gut tells you 'quiet'? Trust it. But don't let it paralyze you. Now move. High and left. I'll take the low ground. We converge at the main power grid. Any deviation, any sound... you're on your own. Don't disappoint me."

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