A terrible sense of direction

As Joyce landed, she observed her surroundings. Command had decided to drop her here after her recent clusterfuck of a mission.

Get separated from your team, lost in the wilderness for a few days, come back to find everyone dead including the Reds... Not much to do except tell Command that you're done here. Just keep moving forward.

She caught sight of a building in the distance.

"Must be our base. Might as well see what these fuckers need me to do."

She began walking in the direction of the base, considering that it was the only sort of notable thing in this... empty-ass wasteland of a canyon.

Little did Private Joyce know, this was the wrong base.