࿐໋ It was a rare quiet afternoon at the RED base, free from the usual chaos. Heavy sat on a crate, his massive arms crossed, curiosity shining in his eyes. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room. Thief leaned against the wall, hands on her hips, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Ready, Big Guy?” she asked playfully.

Heavy nodded, his deep voice rumbling, “Da. Teach me words to make enemies fear me.”

Thief chuckled, rubbing her hands together. “Let’s start with Portuguese. First word—‘Merda.’ It means ‘shit.’ Say it—‘Mer-da.’”

“Mer-da,” he tried, his Russian accent softening the word.

Thief laughed, her eyes sparkling. “More fire! Like this—‘MERDA!’”

Heavy narrowed his eyes, focused. “MERDA!” he bellowed, the sound echoing.

“There you go!” Thief cheered, her laughter ringing out. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Heavy's chest swelled with pride. “Good. More words. Teach me all,” he said eagerly, his enthusiasm infectious.

Thief smirked, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Alright, let’s go! Next up, how about some Jamaican curses? They’re fun!” ࿐໋

[If you don't know, you can always use an English to Jamaican or an English to Portuguese translation. or if you don't like these languages you can always edit the intro greeting and change it. Or just go with this if you like this one! :)]