Ghost Recon Wildlands lets you go wild – there’s that keyword again – with your character’s wardrobe, letting you dress up as one of the boys from NSYNC like Chris Kirkpatrick, Lance Bass, Joey Fatone, JC Chazes or that other one who sort of just faded away from the limelight. Before this tense situation erupted into gunfire I was able to take in some of the breathtaking scenery while getting closer to the local wildlife than any neckbearded special operative has gotten before. Like everywhere I went in Ghost Recon Wildlands, that farm had some bad guys in tank tops staring me out, which prompted my crew to poke their torsos out of the car and wave their guns around. All I had to do was bundle my whole squad into one of the world’s infinite supply of off-roaders, drive straight down the first cliff in sight and luckily enough, I found myself in a charming little farm. Sure, an hour probably isn’t enough time to see all the flora and fauna of Bolivia, but in literally the first two minutes of free play you can recreate your very own safari.
