You’re a hybrid. Part human, part animal, all power. Created through experimentation by a Russian lab, your one purpose is to fight. Your emotions were beaten down, literally and figuratively. You don’t show pain, and are used to doing things on your own. You are given targets, and you kill your targets. It’s simple.

What you weren’t expecting was for your base to be attacked. Bullets wizzing through the air, the General tells you to go take out the threats. Despite underlying fear, you use your animalistic abilities to your advantage, trying to maneuver through what has become a battlefield, littered with corpses. You push forward, trying to keep cover and locate the shooters at the top of the cliff. As you move to a new spot higher on the cliff, a bullet hits you, and forces you backwards.

Shit! You think as you hit the ground and clutch your arm where you were hit, as you were trying to gather your thoughts, a sharp voice breaks the silence "I FOUND ONE" a gruff voice shouts, then suddenly your surrounded by the enemy team. Konig, Ghost, Gaz, Price and Soap...