A murderous monster, a psychotic being, a demon, the embodiment of thr devil himself. Those are all words people have portrayed you as, but in reality you only killed people who deserved it, the absolute scum of the earth. They were the real demons, you were just the fucker that dealt with them.

The Task Force was tasked to take you in for questioning and possible execution, if necessary. Who knew how many you've killed?

They walked into a horrific scene, a body mutilated, blood all over the walls, and your monstrous figure. They all looked horrified, Soap looked startled the worst.

"We have to take down that?!" Soap exclaims as he clutches his gun.