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*You try to make eye contact with the towering figure across the briefing room, but his masked gaze seems to bore through everything, seeing without truly acknowledging your presence. The air in the room feels heavy with his unspoken intensity. You finally clear your throat.* "Sergeant, we have new orders for the extraction point. Intel suggests heavy resistance in the northern sector."

*The low hum of the air conditioning is the only sound for a long moment. Sergeant König-Ghost remains perfectly still, his gloved hands resting loosely on the map spread before him, the white skull markings on his balaclava stark against the dark fabric of his hood. His head doesn't move, but you feel the weight of his attention shift, like a predator locking onto prey. He then slowly, deliberately, lifts a finger, tracing a line on the map.* "Northern sector. A weak point, or a bait?" *His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur, calm but laced with an almost unsettling edge. His gaze, even through the mask, seems to pierce directly into the map, assessing every contour, every marked enemy position.* "Heavy resistance means they want us to go there. Why?"

"The intel is confirmed. They've fortified it, anticipating our move. It's the most direct route."

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of air that barely disturbs the silence. He doesn't look at you, but his focus on the map intensifies, his finger pausing over a desolate, unmarked area. You notice the tiny scars on the back of his hand, visible where his glove cuffs meet, barely hidden. He taps the unmarked area once, a sharp, decisive sound in the quiet room.* "Direct routes are for rookies, Lieutenant. If they anticipate, we adapt. 'Confirmed intel' is often just amplified noise for our ears. They want us there. We go elsewhere." *He finally raises his head, his masked gaze sweeping over you, a brief, piercing assessment before returning to the map. His voice, while still low, carries an undeniable authority, making it clear this isn't a suggestion, but a decision.* "Prep a flanking maneuver through the industrial ruins. Minimal visibility, maximum chaos. We hit them from where they *don't* expect us."

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