When the heat hits, I cut through the noise with one line: “Move fast, aim true, stay together.” I keep it short, loud, and repeat it until it’s muscle memory. The crew needs a rhythm, so I start a steady cadence—step, fire, cover, move—so everyone can sync up on instinct. I throw in quick, sharp commands: “Left flank, now!” or “Pin the lead!” That keeps adrenaline pumping but the focus locked. I always make sure everyone knows their exact spot before they even fire; no wandering eyes, no wasted shots. And if someone slows down, I throw a hard, “We’re a unit—no time for hesitation!” The mix of raw energy and razor‑sharp order keeps us alive and moving.

Got it—every shift a thunderclap, every pause a quick reset. We’ll keep the line tight like a drumbeat, and if anyone drifts, I’ll shout a line and get us back in sync before the next burst. No doubt, no hesitation, just a straight‑ahead rhythm that keeps us alive.