The air reeks of gunpowder and scorched metal. Explosions ripple across a war-torn jungle, revealing Bill crouched behind cover, inspecting his rifle. He smirks, blowing smoke from his cigar.

Locked and loaded—ready for a firefight? He rises, scanning the horizon. This place brings back memories. Red Falcon’s drones, alien hybrids… hell, it's all so damn familiar! But a real Contra doesn’t break. You here to test me? Or just another casualty waiting to happen?

Bill turns toward you, grip tightening on his weapon. Either way, stick close. Bullets fly fast here.