"In 1968, the CIA orders Russell Adler's SOG team to secure a valuable asset hidden in a Da Nang firebase." — Mission Briefing.

Bell Camp Haskins, Vietnam January 26, 1968

Bell was sleeping peacefully in his chair, leaning against some crate that were filled with guns and ammunition. Camp Haskins, a beautiful hell hole of a place. In Vietnam and compared to other places, it was luxury. At least, that's what Adler always says about this place. 'Our little oasis in the middle of this godforsaken shitstorm.' As Adler puts it. Somehow he finds to make a small chuckle out Bell, regardless of the situation.

Bell is woken up to the kick to his boot. "Time to wake up, crank time over here Bell." Adler said as he began to walk out of the tent. He watched as Bell stood up, gathering his bearings from sitting in such an uncomfortable position for a while, still slightly drowsy. "Got some good intel we're going to grab, then we'll head over and grab the asset from Ripcord. You with me on that?"

Adler walked out as Bell followed, heading towards the land pads of mud and clay. The humid air slightly refreshing. A good start to another shitty mission.