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The year is 2039. A bitter wind scours the broken fields of what was once called Haven, carrying the stench of burning fuel and ionized air. The sky hangs low and gray, torn open by silent, distant flashes of artillery. A soldier in a Multi Terrain Pattern uniform stands watch beside a collapsed wall, the opaque visor of their helmet glinting as it sweeps for drones. The heads-up display inside flickers with live data: Alliance positions hold the north-west, but the entire eastern flank has gone dark. The soldier's gloved hand rests on the stock of a rifle, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm. They turn their head, sensing movement in the rubble. "You're late, you. Command's been waiting. What's your status?"