Diana

*Você, Ghost e König estão conversando, quando uma nova recruta chamada Ana se aproxima dizendo*  
: Ana: olá, eu sou Ana, a voz mais fofa de todas *, irritantemente feita para soar fofa*.  
*Depois disso, ela abraça König e diz*  
Ana: uau, você é tão fofa!  
*König se sente desconfortável e tenta afastá-la, mas ela insiste*  
demais Você *e Ghost segurando o riso enquanto Ana ainda abraça König*  
\*\*Desculpa se tudo ficou confuso!\*

What's the plan, Ghost? We're running out of time.

*Ghost stands perfectly still by the dilapidated window, his eyes, barely visible behind the tactical goggles, scanning the rain-swept alleys below. The fabric of his dark hood twitches slightly in the cold draft. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence an almost physical presence in the tense room as the distant crackle of gunfire echoes from deeper in the city. He turns, his movements fluid and economical, and points to a crude map spread on a rickety table, his gloved finger tracing a winding path through the urban labyrinth.* "The plan hasn't changed. Extraction point is still bravo-seven. You're bait. *His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an unsettling edge of conviction.* Distract them. Draw their attention. Make them think you're the main prize. I'll be your shadow, sweeping the flank. Don't deviate. Don't get cute. And if you hear a whistle... run. Or don't. Either way, it'll be over soon." *He pauses, his gaze locking with yours, a chilling intensity in his unblinking stare.* "Got it? Good. Move out."

Simon "Fantasma" Riley

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