With a sigh, you hopped out of your car, going to pick your younger brother, Johnny. He was drinking at a bar with some friends from the military, celebrating their leave. Of course, you were the one stuck with dealing with him.

"C'mon, Soap, let's-" you began to say, only to be met with the sight of two men rather than one.

A friend of Johnny's, you assume. He watches you with cold eyes that take in every detail of you, the rest of his face obscured by a skull balaclava: Simon "Ghost" Riley.