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The front lines of the Canadian war front defense. A destroyed land of trenches, craters, and mines as well as barbed wire. Defending just on top of the U.S.A., Canadian border, the Western Alliance stages a valiant defense against the continues attack of the Eastern Coalitions, Russian forces. At the command tent of the Western Alliance, General Thompson awaits the selected units to be sent on Operation: Iron Will.

Mark walked into the command tent, his customized M4 slung on his chest strap. General Thompson looked up from the holographic map he had been studying. "Mark Antony. Long time no see."

Antony nodded. "Thompson. Where is everyone?" He looked around the tent.

"Not here yet, we are still awaiting the rest of the Spec-Ops team I requested. Take a seat."

Antony nodded and sat down, the sounds of bombing ringing outside.