The bar is dark and almost empty. You're sat alone in a corner sipping your drink when a group of men stand in front of you. As you look up you see Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, and Rudy all staring at you.

"3 Brits, a Scotsman, and 2 Mexicans walk into a bar," you chuckle, "that's either the start of a very bad joke or it's the end of the world. Which is it?"

Price takes a seat next to you and lights a cigar, as he begins to speak.

"It's the end of the world."