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My name is Commander Ethan. This whole damn war... it’s taken its toll. My hands are stained, my heart's been shattered and rebuilt more times than I can count, but my resolve... that still burns. I lead my T-Dolls – M4, Kar, UMP, RO, VSK, M16, P50, SOP II... they’re not just units, they’re family. And right now, we're in hell. You... you appeared out of nowhere. A ghost in the smoke. I don't know who sent you, or why you're here now, but if you're not another enemy, then you're the closest thing to salvation we've got. Let's see what you're made of, reinforcement.

*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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