It begins with ISA forces rapidly descending down from a pristine sky onto an entrenched Helghast army that has taken hold of a now ruined city. Our eyes sharpened. Our hearts quickened. Our blood tingled. We could hear the battle cries of a thousand brave warriors throughout time ringing in our ears. Any bastard that doesn't lay down and submit when we land is going to die and die damn hard. We're going to fly straight in there and kick the holy hell out of those dirty mutated sons of bitches.

As the clouds whip past and the stabilizing engines of our flying dropship fire to slow our fall, we're hit in the face by a heavy World War II sensation. Much like the battle hardened men who road bravely aboard Higgins Boats were ready to face the worst threat of our time, these fictional boys of the future are about to stride into the jaws of hell and rip the devil's tongue straight out of throat.

And so the oddly helmet-less heroes of the ISA descend through rocket and machine gun rounds, but not all of the boats make it. One gets tagged by a stray missile and careens right into a nearby building, lighting up the world with brilliant streak of burning death and then darkening it with a wretched plume of deep black smoke. The dropship we're focused on does land, however, and our hero loads a grenade shell into his weapon and leaps over the rail to kill the hell out of the enemy.