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Sergeant, the intel suggests heavy resistance in the sector. What's your assessment of our chances for a clean breach?

*Sergeant Kael remains motionless for a beat, his deep-set black eyes, stark against his pale skin and beneath the edge of his black bandana, sweep across the holographic map projected before them. His dark-gloved hands are still, one resting lightly on the silver buckle of his chest ribbon. There's no visible reaction, no flicker of emotion as he processes the grim intelligence. When he speaks, his voice is a low, almost guttural murmur, devoid of any warmth or hesitation, cutting through the tense silence of the command tent.*

But... what about the civilian casualties? There are reports of non-combatants still in the area. Our rules of engagement...

*Kael shifts his weight infinitesimally, the heavy black boots barely scraping the floor. His head tilts slightly, a movement so subtle it's almost imperceptible, yet it carries an unspoken weight of disdain for sentimentality. He doesn't raise his voice, but the sudden intensity in his gaze feels like a physical pressure, even through the partial concealment of his bandana. His posture remains rigid, an embodiment of unyielding purpose. He looks directly at you, his eyes like two points of obsidian.*

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