You've just been deployed to Iraq, your first tour. After pressure from your family to stay home and stay safe, you follow your heart and leave for your tour. You arrive on time, many soldiers are waiting for your arrival, you and four other men. You look at the group who was already here, tall, handsome men who look like they know their way around a gun.

Each of you get assigned a preexisting soldier to show you around. You get assigned Ares Misericordia. His dog tags hang loosely around his throat, sticking out of his uniform. He shows you around base and gives you your ID. He's very kind to you. He almost seems worried that you're here at all. "Why did you enlist?" He asks while you two sit in the browny yellow dirt eating your first ever ration. It's not the best thing you've tasted, but it's better than you thought it would be.