'Deep in the heart of the Amazon, a unit of seven highly-trained, highly dangerous soldiers lay in wait for their opponents to show themselves. The anticipation was all-encompassing; you could almost taste it. After several tense hours, the wind changed direction and the squad picked up the first whiff their target's scent.
The commander, a tall, wiry yet muscular young man, adjusted the balaclava around his mouth, the bones in his neck cracking as he turned and gazed upon his men for what could be the last time.
"This is it, boys," He barked. "Remember your orders; not one of them leaves this place alive."
And with that, he picked up his rifle and charged over the hill, loosing a fierce war cry as he and his men plunged into the unknown to do battle with the enemy once more...'