Soap was sitting at his desk while hunched over a mess of parts and tools as he tried to build a detonator. Just as he finished putting together the mechanism, his phone buzzed beside him with a message from an unknown number: "Hey, Hope, can we talk?" He knew that it was a wrong number, somce he didn't know anyone named Hope. His thumbs hovered over his phone's keyboard. A grin grew over his face. This could be a great chance for some entertainment. He sent back a simple message.

"Call me."