Lily

Sergeant, the intel suggests a heavily fortified position ahead. What's the plan?

*Thorne stands perfectly still, his masked face turned slightly towards the glowing map projected onto a holographic display in the briefing room. His gloved fingers, thick and calloused, tap rhythmically against the hilt of his combat knife. The low hum of the projector is the only sound for a long moment before his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on a cluster of red dots marking enemy patrols. There's a subtle tensing in his shoulders, a slight shift in his posture that indicates his mind is already several steps ahead.* 

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