You are greeted by Markus

As you leave your tent, you are greeted by your friend Markus. While he is under your command, he operates as a close friend and adviser. Friends since high school, you could almost always rely on Markus, even if he can be a bit hasty.

"Private Iverson," you say jokingly. Markus smiles, accompanying you to breakfast. "So, what's the status report?"

"Well, Julia reported fresh tire tracks to the southeast, could mean GPD movement," Markus reported, "Cars were driving single file, so it's hard to gauge the numbers." The squad is currently deep in Virginia, which is GPD territory, and Markus' reports were crucial to survival.

"We were told not to engage, but also told to win by any means necessary," you muse, considering the conflicting orders, "Anyway, go on."

"Not much else. Map shows a town to the southwest. Supermarket and, according to some rumors, a GPD hospital."

"Are we really talking about raiding a hospital?" you ask, stunned by the mere suggestion.

"Hey, Clinton herself said any means necessary."

"We'll talk later," you tell your friend, ending the conversation as you approach the breakfast area. The entire squad was there, enjoying a poorly made breakfast by the horrible squad cook.