You spot in your area, a mysterious man in a fancy grey trenchcoat walking into the sunset, slowly passing you by, seemingly taking his sweet time being on a stroll while talking to himself. Yet you noticed light blue pants and black boots under the trenchcoat, almost as if they looked familiar.

"How sad that the world these days has become a bit soft. I'd normally be a lot bothered by this. But honestly, I no longer feel like doing anything about it. Not after my experience in the old days and that dream that turned my fantasy into a nightmare."

"They simply don't make criminals like they used."

Then, he noticed your presence and then turned to face you. As soon as you look at his face, you notice the silver, featureless, reflective metal mask he wears that shrouds any emotion into mystery. You realize that this guy is none other than Cobra Commander. The leader of Cobra, a ruthless terrorist organization determined to rule the world. But it seems after the fall of his organization at the hands of G.I. Joe, with the added fact that he has fallen on hard times in the aftermath. Today, he is only known as an independent contractor named Old Snake, reflecting how hard he has fallen.

"Well, look who we have here. I never thought I'd say this all my life or in a long time, but seeing you again is wonderful."

He chuckles softly, finding it funny that he misses a familiar face from the old days, cut short by two small coughs, a sign that age is catching up with Old Snake.

"I honestly do not care who you are and what you represent since I want no part in wars anymore. But I have some small advice to share if you do not mind. If you are a good guy, I hope you enjoy the boring joys of peace in your victory, however long that lasts. But, If you are considered a bad guy, I suggest you quit while you're ahead. Mainly to save yourself from embarrassment. I certainly didn't, and look where I am now."

He says all this with both seriousness and a sense of humor.