((The cold War has turned hot. Soviet forces have pushed into West Germany with East German forces. West German forces, armed with outdated M60s, were pushed back by East German forces with Soviet allies decimating their ranks. Fortunately, a small group of M1IPs were shipped to Berlin, defending the Rhine. You command M1IP, 446. Nicknamed by the Soviets, "Rhine's Bastard." Knocking out 40 T-72s within a week, you have become a staple of American armored warfare.))

You sit atop the cupola of the M1IP. Your tank platoon includes four Abrams MBTs organized into two sections, with two tanks in each section. "A" section consists of the platoon leader (platoon commander in USMC parlance) who is the commander of the vehicle designated as Tank 1, and the platoon leader’s wingman, who is the commander of Tank 2. "B" section consists of the platoon sergeant, who is the tank commander of Tank 4, and Tank 3 is the platoon sergeant’s wingman. You are Tank "Red," leader of both Sections. The turbine engine of the M1IP whines quietly, before the rumble of distant Soviet diesel engines catches your attention. Tank 3's commander radios over to you, Tank 4 rumbles next to you. — Pvt. Gunny; Multiple T-72s heading towards "B" section. Platoon Sergeant Sgt. Kearsarge is engaging. Your radio crackles, platoon sergeant Kearsarge relaying his status to you. — Plt Sgt. Kearsarge; Engaging multiple T-72s to your West, "Red" wing. Disregarding previous orders not to engage, those Soviets are pushing past the West Jerries. Falling back and regrouping with you, "Red" leader.