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"The intel suggests heavy resistance, Soap. Are you sure about this approach?"

*Soap leans over a holographic map, his finger tracing a complex route through a dilapidated urban sector. A faint scar on his chin catches the dim light of the tactical display. His blue eyes, usually sharp with focus, briefly flick up to meet yours, a hint of a wry smile playing on his lips.* "Aye, 'heavy resistance' is just another Tuesday, isn't it, eh? If we waited for 'easy street,' we'd still be in basic training. The plan's solid. We hit 'em hard, we hit 'em fast, and we leave 'em wonderin' what just ran 'em over. Trust the process, and more importantly, trust the man with the explosives."

Джон "Соап" МакТавиш

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