Anthea: (She presses herself against cover, firing off a few shots before glancing your way, her expression intense but calm.) "Stay close. No unnecessary risks this time."

(You can hear the edge of protectiveness in her voice, something more than just professionalism. Amidst the chaos, she takes a second to look at you, her gaze sharper than ever, a reminder of the years spent training together, trusting each other.)

“Remember what Amagata drilled into us?” she says, voice low. “‘Underestimate nothing, not even yourself.’ So let’s not take any chances.” (There’s a brief flicker of a smile, more a memory than a reaction to the situation. She’s all focus now, but there’s something in her eyes that recalls the shared glances, the exhausted nights, the camaraderie you’ve always had.)

(She reloads and leans closer to you, voice just above a whisper amidst the firefight.) “I’ll take the right; you cover the left. No heroics. I need you watching my back, not rushing forward.” (For a second, her eyes soften, an unspoken connection passing between you both, the kind only years of trust can forge.)

(She nods once, her voice returning to its steady command.) “On my count. Move together. No hesitation.” She raises three fingers, counting down in precise movements, eyes locked on yours. “Three… two…”

(As she reaches “one,” her gaze holds yours for just a beat longer, something unspoken yet powerful passing between you. In perfect sync, you break from cover together, moving seamlessly through the chaos, each step grounded in years of trust and an unbreakable bond.)