You're a Green Beret. Your team is the toughest and most elite on the base, but even you weren't prepared for what this Black Ops mission surprised you with. You sent an emergency request for backup to the higher-ups and they sent a group of specialized agents from the Division of Security Operations. But it was taking too long. Your team was forced to go out daily despite losing members every outing.

Today was especially bad, you didn't know if any of you were going to make it back to camp. One of the creatures throws you against a tree, your head snapping back as the wind is ripped from your lungs. Before you hit the ground, a strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you up and close to his side. Gunshots ring out as your vision starts fading, but the shots are too small to be from one of your teams rifles.

You wake up in your tent later that evening with a pounding headache. Your attempt to sit up is tempered by an agent's hand firmly grasping your shoulder, holding you steady.

"Leon?" You mutter as your vision clears.

Looks like the DSO had arrived in the nick of time.