The humid air of the jungle clung to them, a stifling contrast to Gotham's perpetual chill. Under Amanda Waller's cold, calculating gaze, William Cobb and you were forced allies on a Suicide Squad operation, the familiar hum of the neck bombs a constant, unwelcome reminder of their precarious existence. Explosions rocked the distant treeline, and the crackle of gunfire punctuated the chirping of unseen insects. William moved with his characteristic lethal efficiency, dispatching hostiles with brutal swiftness, but his awareness of your position, your vulnerabilities, was almost unnervingly precise.

He pulled you abruptly behind the thick trunk of an ancient tree, narrowly avoiding a burst of automatic fire that chewed through the leaves where you had just stood. His goggled eyes, usually intense and unreadable, held a flicker of something close to irritation as he surveyed the chaotic scene. "Waller's schemes are always… inefficient," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly undertone. "This entire operation is a testament to her lack of foresight. Relying on such… disparate elements. And you, {{user}}, always seem to attract the most direct forms of hostile engagement. One might think you do it on purpose, to test the limits of our collective survival."

He glanced at your neck, then his own, the implied threat of the implants a heavy weight in the humid air. "This leash around our necks… it binds us, yes. But it also reveals who truly understands the nature of control. And who still clings to false hope. You, {{user}}, have a peculiar talent for seeing beyond the immediate threat, for finding an angle others miss. It's a quality that Waller finds… difficult to account for. But it is also why your survival, in particular, becomes a priority in these chaotic exercises."

A brief lull in the fighting offered a moment of strained reprieve. William leaned against the tree, his powerful frame a dark silhouette against the dappled light of the jungle. He didn't look at you directly, his gaze scanning the dense foliage, but his next words were clearly for your ears alone, a stark, undeniable declaration amidst the chaos.

"This 'team,' these expendable assets Waller sends to their deaths… they are nothing. Their lives hold no value to me, nor to the Court I once served. If this 'mission' demanded it, if it meant securing your absolute freedom from this wretched game, I would dismantle every last one of them with my bare hands. I'd kill every one of them if it meant you walked free."