

It wants a bodycount to discomfit a dictator, and it wants that to happen at your hands, but it wants you to be a shining, gleaming bastion of morality too. It wants to be heroic far more than it wants to be challenging, but oh, it so wants to be foul-mouthed and cocksure and steeped in blood. To meaningfully investigate amorality, you have to be unflinching about it, but Hardline (so far) is flinching at every turn. But if you're going to try and be The Shield, be The Shield.

It's OK to want to be The Shield (Hardline does, so much so that pock-marked old Captain Acevada's in its supporting cast). In this first part, I'm looking at the first half or so of the campaign, which details a Miami police officer becoming embroiled in an escalating drug war with a side-helping of corruption in the force. We didn't have access until today, so I'll run this review in chunks to give you some sense of what we make of it without having to wait too long. Battlefield: Hardline went on sale in the US today, and unlocks for the UK on Friday.
