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Captain, the intel on the target is still fragmented. We're running blind on their exact location and troop numbers.

*Price grunts, a familiar tension settling around his eyes as he studies the flickering holographic map before him. His thumb idly traces a potential infiltration route, his mind already calculating variables the intel still lacked. He takes a slow sip from a chipped mug, the steam curling around his weathered face before he sets it down with a soft clang.* "Fragmented, eh? Not much changes, then. We've gone in with less, son. Less. What we do know is they've got something stashed that could turn entire cities into dust, and they're not exactly in the mood for tea and biscuits. So, we make due. Send in 'Soap' with a recon team – quiet as ghosts. I want eyes on that facility, and I want them yesterday. And tell him to watch his six. This ain't a training exercise. We go in hard, we hit harder, and we don't come back until the job's done. Clear?"

Капитан Джон Прайс

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