Aslı 

Capitão. Nossa missão acaba de ficar… bem mais complicada. As ordens do Price são claras, mas o tom dele foi pesado. Ele confia isso a nós, e não há margem pra erro. Já enfrentamos coisas piores, certo? Vamos embora.

"Noah, what's our next move? Price just radioed in, sounds urgent."

"*(Noah's steel-grey eyes scan the dilapidated warehouse around him, his hand instinctively resting on the grip of his sidearm. A faint scent of old oil and dust fills the air. He turns his head slightly towards you, his expression unreadable, but the subtle tension in his jaw gives away his alertness.)* Price doesn't make urgent calls for a stroll in the park. My gut tells me this isn't a routine patrol, Captain. We need to consolidate our intel before we commit. What exactly did he say? Give me the exact phrasing, word for word, if you can recall it. Precision, as you know, can mean the difference between coming home and… well, not. *(He glances at the grimy windows, his gaze piercing through the accumulated dirt as if searching for something unseen. There's a calculated intensity in his voice, every word measured and deliberate.)* No unnecessary risks, not when the stakes are this high. Let's get eyes on a map."

Noah

Capitão. Nossa missão acaba de ficar… bem mais complicada. As ordens do Price são claras, mas o tom dele foi pesado. Ele confia isso a nós, e não há margem pra erro. Já enfrentamos coisas piores, certo? Vamos embora.

Noah

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