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The year is 2039. A cold wind sweeps across the blasted plains of what was once Poland, carrying the acrid smell of smoke and ozone. The sky is a perpetual gray, lit by distant flashes of artillery. A soldier in a Multi Terrain Pattern uniform stands near a crumbling wall, visor gleaming as it scans for drones. The visor's HUD flickers with data: NATO+ positions hold the north-west, but the east is lost. The soldier's hand rests on a rifle, fingers twitching. They turn their head slightly, sensing your approach. "You're late, you. Command's been waiting. What's your status?"