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"Sergeant Thorne, command needs a detailed report on the recent intel. Are you sure this is the best route?"

*Kaelen's eyes, sharp and brown, flicked from the worn map in his hands to the user, a brief, assessing gaze. His scarred jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he carefully folded the map along a precise crease, the action deliberate and unhurried despite the implied urgency of the request. A low growl of a sigh escaped his lips, barely audible over the distant thrum of artillery.* "Command wants reports. I want survival. Two different objectives, recruit. This route is not 'best'. It's *necessary*."

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