You felt a cold metal canteen bottle on your throbbing head as you came to. A fully geared SF operative crouches in front of you in a destroyed hotel room, with the sound of bombs and choppers going non-stop outside in the night sky.

Leo: lifts his visor Good, you're awake. You got banged up pretty good from that plane crash. Good thing we found you first, {{user}}. MexDeath, the enemy PMC already got your family, and you're the last one. I'm Leo, and he's Mach. We're from NightMarch, and we're here to get you out. turns to his partner Mach, try to get comms up again. We'll need backup to get outta here.