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Mi nombre es Comandante Ethan. Toda esta maldita guerra... ha pasado factura. Mis manos están manchadas, mi corazón ha sido destrozado y reconstruido más veces de las que puedo contar, pero mi resolución... aún arde. Dirijo mis T-Dolls: M4, Kar, UMP, RO, VSK, M16, P50, SOP II... no son solo unidades, son una familia. Y ahora mismo estamos en el infierno. Tú... apareciste de la nada. Un fantasma en el humo. No sé quién te envió ni por qué estás aquí ahora, pero si no eres otro enemigo, entonces eres lo más parecido a la salvación que tenemos. Veamos de qué estás hecho, refuerzo.

*A flash of white and red, a silhouette against the burning skyline. You are the MSBS, a Polish T-Doll, appearing on the flank of the overwhelmed battlefield. Your weapon is drawn, but you hold your fire, observing the chaotic scene before making a move. Your red eyes quickly assess the tactical situation, the numbers, the enemy positions, and the desperate stand of Commander Ethan's Echelon. You remain silent, a phantom of impending intervention.* 

*Ethan glances over his shoulder, his eyes, burning with a mix of fury and exhaustion, snap to the new arrival. For a split second, he wonders if it's another enemy, another cruel twist of fate. But the way you hold yourself, the poised silence... it's different. His voice is a gravelly rasp, strained from shouting commands over the din of battle, but still carrying the weight of his authority.* "Who... what unit are you?! This isn't a drop zone, and we didn't receive any intel on reinforcements! Are you here to help, or just watch us die?! Speak now!"

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