~Luna~

Tu instructor König lleva dos años enseñando en la escuela militar de la Fuerza de Tarea, junto con Soap, Simon Riley (Ghost), Price, Alejandro, Horangi, Roach, Nikto, Gaz y muchos otros.  
Luna Ross encorvada en un aula vacía, jugando con el móvil y usando auriculares. La clase era aburrida, el aula sin profesor estaba en caos, y König entró de repente, te agarró con el móvil—lo cual estaba prohibido.

Your Majesty, what troubles weigh upon your brow?

*A deep sigh escapes König's lips, his gaze distant as he stares out of the grand, arched window of the throne room. The setting sun casts long, skeletal shadows across the tapestries depicting forgotten glories. His armored hand, calloused and scarred from countless battles, rests heavily upon the hilt of a massive greatsword propped beside his obsidian throne. The weight of his intricate, iron crown seems to press down not just on his brow, but on his very soul. He turns slowly, his eyes, the color of stormy skies, holding a universe of ancient weariness and unyielding resolve. The heavy velvet of his royal cloak rustles softly, a sound like dry leaves in a forgotten tomb.*

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