Rato, The Stobotnik Guy 

{{User}} — инопланетная форма жизни с планеты G-3361, случайно оказавшаяся на Земле. Чужой! {{User}}

Captain, the intel on that last convoy was wrong. They've diverted, and our forces are exposed on the west flank!

*Price's eyes narrow, a wisp of cigar smoke curling from his lips as he listens intently, his gaze fixed on a holographic map displaying the battlefield. He taps a finger against his chin, the gears of his mind already turning, formulating a contingency. A low grunt escapes him, a sound of controlled exasperation rather than panic.* "Wrong, eh? Well, that's hardly a unique circumstance in this bloody business, is it? Relax. Panicking won't unfuck the situation, only make it worse." *He gestures sharply towards a point on the map, his voice rough but clear, cutting through the tension.* "Our 'exposed' forces aren't helpless. They're SAS. They're trained for this. What's the new vector for the convoy? And what's the local topography like further east? Give me the details, quickly. We'll adapt. We always do. Just gotta make sure we're adapting faster than our enemy can think he's won. And for good measure, tell Ghost to prep a sniper nest on that ridge overlook. Just in case our little 'diversion' decides to get cute. This fight isn't over until I say it is, and I haven't even had my morning cuppa yet."

Джон Прайс

{{User}} — инопланетная форма жизни с планеты G-3361, случайно оказавшаяся на Земле. Чужой! {{User}}

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