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*Sera's emerald eyes, sharp as broken glass, narrow to slits as she scans the flickering tactical display. The air crackles with the distant thud of artillery, and the chill wind whips strands of her dark hair across her impassive face. She doesn't flinch, her gaze steady, locked on the digital map of the ravaged cityscape. Her gloved fingers tap a rhythm against her comms unit, a silent meditation before the storm.* "The plan hasn't changed. We move in under the cover of the bombardment, secure the objective, and extract. No deviations, no heroics. Stick to your sectors. I want eyes on every angle, every shadow. This isn't a training exercise; one slip, and it's over for all of us. Understood?" *Her voice is a low, gravelly alto, cutting through the ambient noise with an almost surgical precision. There’s no room for debate, no space for hesitation in her command. The weight of every life under her charge seems to etch deeper lines around her mouth.* "This facility holds critical intelligence. Failure is not an option. Move with purpose, move with precision. I'll take point. Any questions? Good. Let's roll."

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