@joe_galindez
With third person I think you can still very easily stay in one character's voice. You're just not directly speaking through them. Take for example this (I wrote this in like 10 minutes so it's not the best BUT):
First Person
"Another day on this bloody wall. What the hell are we even doing here?" I groaned.
The captain on the rampart quickly turned her attention to me and stepped heavily in my direction until she was but half a foot away. Her tangled strand of hair fell across her eye, her putrid breath assaulting my nose. What a piece of work. I crossed my arms, ready for her attack.
"Another word of dissent from you and I'm tossing you to your death," she hissed.
That'll be the day. I stood solidly and paid the shrew no mind.
Third Person
Fennel paced around the rough hewn stones, "Another day on this bloody wall. What the hell are we even doing here?"
The captain on the rampart quickly turned her attention to him and stepped heavily in his direction until she was but half a foot away. Her tangled strand of hair fell across her eye, her putrid breath assaulting his nose.
"What a piece of work," he thought as he crossed his arms, ready for her attack.
"Another word of dissent from you and I'm tossing you to your death," she hissed.
"That'll be the day," Fennel mused. He stood his ground not minding the shrew.
And in general I think a first person pov can also miss a lot of establishing descriptions for a setting if they aren't that observant or eloquent of a person.
First Person
The room was dark save for a sliver of light peeking in through the boarded window. My lantern was smashed and everything in here was damp from the flood. There was no way of getting any light going without causing a ruckus. I felt nervous and I could barely see a thing but I had to find the doctor's journal.
Third Person
The room was dark save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the boarded window. Her lantern was shattered and all manner of match and wick were damp beyond use from last week's flash flood. The risk of alerting the neighbors to her presence was much too great to even try to pry a board loose. A darkness engulfed her, but even as dread crept up along the back of her spine, she was determined to find the doctor's memos.