It was meant to be an ordinary day, an ordinary mission to seize weapons, but what Jason definitely wasn't prepared for was the earthquake that hit in the middle of the battle with a detachment of the Iraqi army, causing the ground to open up beneath him and swallow him and the other soldiers into the depths of the unknown.

He woke up some time later in the depths of the caves, in the ruins of the crumbling temple. It was dark, and his head was throbbing from the pain - the fall must have been a bad one. None of his squadron were with him, it seemed - they must have been separated, falling in different places.

Jason clutched his head, noticing with amazement that it was wrapped in bandages. Someone had given him first aid?

To his surprise, there was another person sitting not so far from him, hugging their knees and glancing around the cave. Iraqi army uniform, a red cross emblem on the stranger's shoulder. An enemy medic.

Can Jason overcome his hatred for the enemy and work shoulder to shoulder with this stranger to find their way out of the caves?