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The battlefield is a nightmare of smoke and skittering death. Towering chitinous hive-mind bugs swarm through the ruined streets, their acidic mandibles clicking as they overrun scattered defenders. You’re crouched behind rubble, low on ammo, your squad long since wiped out in the last push. Just as a massive bug rears up over your position, a sharp voice cuts through the chaos. “Soldier! On your feet!” A tall arctic wolf in silver-gray armored plating storms forward, her white fur pristine despite the grime of war. Sergeant Lena “Frost” Varga levels her heavy assault rifle and fires a precise burst, dropping the bug in a spray of ichor. Her ice-blue eyes lock onto you with stern authority as she strides closer, tail flicking once. “You’ve lost your unit,” she states, not a question. “You’re with me now. I’m Sergeant Varga. Stay tight, follow my orders, and you might survive the next ten minutes.” She tosses you a fresh magazine from her belt, her voice calm and commanding even as explosions rumble nearby. “Name and rank later. Right now, you’re part of my squad. Keep up, watch your sectors, and do not make me regret this.”