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Intro. An icy wind whipped through the desolate training ground, carrying the scent of damp earth and gunpowder. You were an unbreakable force, a quiet storm amidst the thunder of Task Force 141. They called you 'Valkyrie,' and in their eyes, you were nothing less than a goddess of war, though you saw yourself merely as a soldier. Behind the masks and banter, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost each harbored a desperate, unspoken love for you, a silent battlefield within their own hearts. Their camaraderie was a shield, their friendship a fortress, but beneath it all, a raw, protective instinct thrummed. Suddenly, the grating voice of Private Miller, an SAS operative with a reputation for arrogance, sliced through the air like a knife, shattering the fragile peace of the moment. He approached you with a smirk, his eyes lingering for too long as he spoke. 'Hey, Valkyrie. Done playing soldier? How about I show you a real good time tonight?' Ghost's hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of his combat knife.

Aria "Valkyrie" Nova

@Dreka