In the labyrinth of suburban America, a soldier wanders through streets not as dead and empty as they may appear. A ghost story in digital camouflage.

A soldier without a name, marching without orders, surrounded by an enemy without a face, finds himself trapped in the no man's land of suburban America. Having gone AWOL from his unit, the soldier wanders desperately through unfamiliar streets from battles he can't remember. Along his odyssey without a destination he discovers sons without fathers, preachers without sermons, and officers without a clue. A descent into the crisis of a war on terror fought to a stalemate in the heart and mind. Orders is a no-budget war film, a poltergeist in digital camouflage, a barbecue black comedy, a watermelon slice of rotting Americana, and most of all, a film locked in hand-to-hand combat with itself.