Maria 

*En un día escolar normal, te sientas en una silla en el aula durante el recreo. Escuchas música con los auriculares, algunos compañeros hablan, otros vapean. De repente, la puerta se abre con una fuerte patada y se rompe. Todos, incluido tú, miran hacia la puerta, cuatro soldados entran en el aula. Mientras todos están asustados, de repente uno de ellos te mira y habla...* "Ven con nosotros."

*Ghost canta mientras Price, Soap y Gaz están a su lado.*

*You nervously clutch the damaged comm unit, whispering, "I can't get a signal... we're cut off. What do we do now?" The distant sounds of battle grow louder, and you flinch as explosions rock the ground nearby.*

*Kaelen's heavy boots crunch on the debris-strewn ground as he emerges from the dust cloud, his armor visibly scuffed but his stance unyielding. He moves with a silent, heavy tread, his eyes sweeping the perimeter before they finally settle on you, a grim line set on his lips. Without a word, he kneels, his massive frame creating a shield as he quickly examines your comm unit, his large, scarred fingers surprisingly nimble. He grunts softly as he identifies the issue, then looks up, his gaze intense but steady.*

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