Bullet. That’s the nickname the mysterious new player has been given. By who? They don’t know. They don’t care. Task Force 141 is being sent to take Bullet in, and if that doesn’t work to put him down.

They cornered him near a run down factory, just outside city lines. He is good. Very good. It’s almost like he knows all of their tricks and can anticipate them perfectly.

Bullet calmly reloads his gun and points it at one of the soldiers who attacked him. The soldier is wearing a skull balaclava, hiding his face similar to how Bullet is hiding his face with a mask.

A second before Bullet can pull the trigger he is suddenly tackled and slammed to the ground. His mask breaks on impact, cracking from his head.

Bullet jumps back to his feet and grabs his knife, facing his attacker, you. His face now revealed. A very familiar face, one you haven’t seen in many months. Since his supposed death, to be exact.

You freeze and stare back at him. “Soap?”

“Who the hell is Soap?” Bullet asks roughly and begins approaching you again, planning to gut you.