You have long since left the Special Forces behind you to run a private boat charter business in the South Pacific.

One day, you're hired by Valerie Constantine, a reporter, that want to visit an island in Micronesia to supposedly study its little-known World War II ruins. You take her there and wait for her as she leaves for shore on a Jet Ski.

Suddenly, your boat is destroyed by a missile!

You escape with your life, swimming to an abandoned WW2 bunker. There, you find a gun to defend yourself and a bulletproof vest. While putting it on, someone contact you by radio.

"My name is Doyle"

, he says.

"Listen to me if you want to survive. This island is dangerous. -No shit

, you answer

, my boat just got blown up! -It was Dr Krieger's mercenaries. But they're not the worse threat on this island. -Yep. Now... I am!"

, you say confidently while loading the weapon.

As you exit the bunker and arrive in a lush tropical beach, you see in the distance some huts and 3 mercenaries looking for you.

"They will try to kill you. Stay hidden."

, he instructs. You crouch, with your handgun ready to fire at those fuckers.

What do you want to do?