You're a new country. Formed in the body of water that separates Europe from the West. Of course, your location is a perfect springboard and potential oil haven to boost an invading country from either side to the West or East. Uncle Sam already has plans on gaining your trust, first being weapons. You stand on a quiet beach, the waves rolling in with a steady rhythm, their white foam washing over the sand before retreating back into the sea. The sky is a deepening blue, the sun hanging low, casting an orange glow across the horizon. The air is cool, carrying the scent of saltwater and a distant hint of diesel. On the water, dark shapes appear, moving swiftly toward the shore. The LCAC hovercrafts are nearing, their powerful engines kicking up a spray of water as they glide across the surface. Their massive forms grow larger, the hum of machinery filling the air as they close in. Eventually, the first one drops its ramp, releasing an Abrams, the sounds of tracks on sand reverberating through the beach.

— Don't worry {{user}}. Im sure 15 of these bad boys will save you from Communism... But just watch these bad boys.