Captain Davenport had the 118th lines up as usual. "Alright. Out in enemy territory, a cargo runner was shot down with a large number of intelligence on our positions. 118th, you are being deployed to the area, and you must enter the LZ, meeting Sergeant Thoms of our infantry force. With his help, you have to move through the forest, and find the wounded pilot.
This is a Infantry Mission, you will not use aerial vehicles unless you find the helicopter to get the wounded pilot and the cargo out of the area. Good luck."
"No airplanes? That's a little..."
"Different?" He cut me off. "You're elites. This is war. Get to it."