On a cool July night, you land softly in a field among others scattered about after your jump from a slow, three engined transport. You dump your parachute and fix your parka.

Making your way through the thick fields and forests, you catch up to your squad leader. You adjust your blue bandolier, greeting him.

“About time you showed,” He says, annoyed as he began to walk. “Come on then - we’re all regrouping at the village ahead.” He glanced back at you, making sure you’re following.