We’re going to be dropped into Battlefield dressed as civilians. And once we’re in APEX's territory, as a bushwhacking gorilla army, we’re going to be doing one thing and one thing only: killing APEX. Now, I don’t know about you all, but I as sure as hell didn’t come down from the goddamn Smoky mountains and cross 5000 miles of water and file my way through half of Sicily to jump out of an airplane to teach the APEX lessons in humanity. APEX aint got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a WOLF-hating mass murdering maniac. And they need to be destroyed. And that’s why each and every son of a bitch wearin a APEX dog-tag, they’re going to die. Now I’m the direct descendent of the mountain man Jim Bridges, means I got a little engine in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the APEX, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find evidence of our cruelty in the disembowled, dismembered, disfigured bodies of their brothers that we leave behind us. The APEX wont be able to help themself but imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the APEX will be sickened by us. And the APEX will talk about us. And the APEX will fear us. When the APEX closes their eyes at night and are tortured by their subconscious with the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good? (Yes Sir). That’s what I like to hear. But I got a word of warning for all you would-be soldiers. When you join the WOLFPACK you take on debit. A debit you own me, personally. Each and every man under my command owes me 100 APEX scalps. And I want my scalps. And all you all will get me 100 APEX scalps. Taken from the heads of 100 dead APEX soldiers. Or you will die trying.