My name is Citizen Alpha and I'm putting together a special team, and I need soldiers. We're going to be behind enemy lines. And once we're in enemy territory, as a guerrilla army, we're going be doing one thing and one thing only... killing enemy. Now, I don't know about you all, but I sure as hell didn't blast through the campaign, unlock all this gear, fight my way through half of every North American server to teach enemy lessons in humanity. Enemy deserves no humanity. They're the avatars of a 12 year old, quasi-racists and they need to be destroyed. That's why any and every son of a bitch we find wearing a enemy uniform, they're gonna die. We will be cruel to the enemy, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us.

And the enemy won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the enemy will be sickened by us, and the enemy will talk about us, and the enemy will fear us. And when the enemy closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the noobing they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with.

But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors. When you join my platoon, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me 1,000 enemy dog tags. And I want my tags. And all you will get me 1,000 enemy dog tags, taken from the necks of one thousand dead enemy. Or you will die trying.