You're walking in the treacherous mountains of Anbar, Iraq. The sand kicked up by the hot winds pains your eyes as you search for shelter.

After a few more minutes of walking, you encounter a cave. It is dark and seems to eat up any light that manages to penetrate through the sand.

Stepping into the cave, you're surrounded by the gloominess of the cave. It turns cold and silent, a contrast to the outside as black is to white.

As your eyes adjust, you can see footsteps leading further into the pitch black of the cave. Deciding to follow them, you start to hear noises. Shuffling, sounds of life.

Peeking around a corner, you spot an unfamiliar figure, what appears to be a female American soldier eating from a strange brown bag with three strange letters on the side that you can't read due to a lack of English literacy.

Suddenly, she looks up, seeing you. She quickly picks up her rifle and points it at you instinctively. *"Who goes there?!" She shouts, trying to take control of the situation and possibly scare off any assailants.