This new introduction to the campaign starts off with an opening cinematic that is similar to the one in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009). With scenes and dialogue from Call of Duty Corporate Warfare this time.

Johnstone-Bridger: Aside from the British Empire, who else defeated America in war?

Roid: Vietnam.

Fontaine: Brilliant plan, Madame Secretary-General.

Will: *extends right hand* Staff Sergeant Will Irons, Marine Raider Regiment.

Cristy: *shakes Will's hand* Second Lieutenant Cristy Weston, ATLAS Corporation Military Logistics Division. Call me Cristy, even though you'll be calling me Chess Queen on comms later.

Logan: All Reaper callsigns, we are given the green light. Grab your gear, get into position and wait for my go. Remember, all American English.

Spectre: ...be advised, you are rescuing civilians who can start a disinformation campaign. Or worse, a civil war. Danger close. I say again, danger close. Sanitize the area before dangerous information can spread like a cancer, over.

Will: No, no, no, I understand. What I don't get is the purpose of this TINY ASS C.I.A. Black Station filled with white, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Americans flaunting "Made in U.S.A." clothes and equipment with no satellite overwatch or IRF on standby 24/7!

Burnett: *exhales* What a load of bullshit! Do you honestly think we would believe in the idea that USSOCOM would task you for this Mission: Impossible shit?!

Gutierrez: What the fuck are you trying to be, some preacher for the enemy?! *laughs* Maybe you could train to become a chaplain! Then you can sing them a hymn! *laughs*

[Su-27s fly by]

[Su-30MKKs fly by]

Ingham: You hear that? That's the sound of you jumping into some deep shit, Preacher.

Preacher: *pats Sonja's left shoulder* Task Force Grizzly?

[M4A1 fire]

[MK18 fire]

Preacher: *catches Sonja* NO!

Cora: NO!

[M4A1 fire]

[M249 Para fire]

[thud]

Burnett: Together again, Preacher! Let's sort this mess out, like you promised! Task Force Grizzly, advance! Let's kill this piece of shit Irons for good!

Task Force Grizzly: Oo-rah!

Carrington: If you really care about Task Force Grizzly, then give up and let us kill you!

Hartford: Stop pretending to be something you're not! Free the Marine Corps from your fucked up family by dying today!

Lorenzo: Louis and Shaun are right, you know. If you really care about us, then you should just kill yourself and let us go. You're not a Marine. You're not even an American patriot. You're nothing more than a treasonous Irons, just like your grandpa and old man.

Gutierrez: *laughs* Like an Irons would know anything about loyalty!

Burnett: You cannot change! You will ALWAYS... be... an American traitor!

Preacher: I tried to save you two from this fate before I left. But I can't rescue those who don't want to be rescued. Which means... you might be the first ever U.S. Military leaders in the Second Vietnam War... to get fragged.

[MORS fire]

[Minuteman III ICBMs exploding]

U.S. Military: U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!

Australian Military: U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!

Korean Military: U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!

Winslow Accord: U.S.A.! YEAH! *cheering* *clapping* *whistling* WHOOO!

Lennox: Bet Task Force Grizzly wouldn't be able to make it this far if they had lived.

Preacher: They probably would've made this W.A. victory all about themselves. I should know.

Cormack: Glad you're not like them, Will.

Preacher: I thank God for that... and this. *smiles* YEAH!

Sentinel Team: YEAH! WHOOO!

SCAR Team: YEAH! WHOOO!

Viking Team 6: YEAH! WHOOO!

Task Force Mako: YEAH! WHOOO!

Two Years Later

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Peacetime

July 4th, 2054 - 04:30:02

SSgt. Will 'Preacher' Irons

Camp Lejeune, NC, United States of America

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July 4th, 2054 - 04:30:02, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, United States of America, Staff Sergeant Will 'Preacher' Irons (Glen Powell) wakes up on time to start his 4th of July early and off duty. But as he is about to deactivate his alarm clock, First Lieutenant Cristy 'Chess Queen' Weston (Zoey Deutch), his girlfriend, does it for him and surprises him with her wearing an American flag bikini and a pair of blue high heels.

[alarm clock blares]

Preacher: *smiles* Happy birthday, America. *stretches*

[alarm clock stops]

Cristy: Happy birthday, America indeed, Marine.

Preacher: Holy shit.

Cristy: *giggles* Good morning, Will, baby.

[Preacher and Cristy French kiss]

Preacher: *chuckles* Good morning, Cristy, honey. Ready for our morning run?

Cristy: Of course. Your workout American flag hoodie, your backpack, your plate carrier, your battle belt, and your guns are already set.

Preacher: What about the red, white and blue sneakers I got for you?

Cristy: Also ready. And don't worry, I may be capable of running in a bikini but not in high heels.

Preacher: You're the best.

Cristy: Best friend or best operator?

Preacher: Both. *chuckles*

Cristy: *giggles* Aw, you really do love me. *kisses Preacher*

Preacher and Cristy would then head out for their early morning jog, with the Staff Sergeant holding his MK20 SSR and the female First Lieutenant armed with her HBRa3 w/ Target Enhancer. 04:59:52, Irons Western Estate, Arlington, Virginia, in his mansion's office, Jonathan Irons (Kevin Spacey) sleeps on his personal computer with the two recordings of Sir Alex Roid and Dame Véronique Fontaine he got from Beijing and Hanoi waiting to be replayed, and electronic bank statements with unspecified senders.

He is then awaken by his smartphone's alarm and his wife/Preacher's mom/CFO (Chief Financial Officer) of ATLAS Corporation, Aurora Irons (voiced and played by Angela Bassett).

[smartphone rings]

Jonathan: Huh? Oh, right. Showtime. *turns alarm off*

[door opens]

Aurora: Ah, happy 4th of July, dear. *kisses Jonathan*

Jonathan: *hugs Aurora* Happy 4th of July, honey.

Aurora: Burned the midnight oil?

Jonathan: Oh, yeah. Just wanted to make sure no work needs to be done today.

Aurora: Any regrets?

Jonathan: Of course. But... the last thing I want to do is start slashing salaries and budgets. For what it's worth, I hope they can understand.

Aurora: I do, always will.

Jonathan: *nods* You know, the more I look at Preacher and Cristy, the more I see the two of us when we were their age.

Aurora: *giggles* William, Jon. You're not in the Marine Corps anymore, and I still despise the origin of our son's callsign. Also, I can't help it, but I'm still not sure about Lieutenant Weston.

Jonathan: *chuckles* Don't worry, he's still comfortable with it. You know how sentimental reasons work. And I am positively sure that Cristy is perfect for Will.

Aurora: I'll take your word for it, but a mother can't help but worry. I still wish he would change his nickname to something more of his style.

Jonathan: Now, that would be hard, Aurie. Considering all of the cool sniper nicknames are already taken.

[Jonathan and Aurora laugh at each other]

06:58:01, ATLAS Corporation Main Headquarters, Arlington, Virginia, just before opening time, Right Hand Squadron finishes their physical training. While on his way to raise the American flag, First Sergeant Maynard Drelick gets his teammates in the 4th of July mood.

Drelick: Damn lucky to have lived here when the U.K. lost its shit, right Gideon?

Gideon: Yeah, bloody lucky indeed. Grateful America took me in, too.

Joker: Hey, British or American, you're still one of us.

Carter: That includes you, Ilona. You should release the tension. Today's a great day to do it.

Ilona: Sure, but I'm still not celebrating. ATLAS answers to no country. And I don't want to answer to one again.

Joker: Whatever, Ilona. But you gotta at least show some gratitude. And if you can't do that, then you better not ruin this day for us.

Ilona: Heh, no promises, Joker.

Joker: Oh, yeah?

Gideon: Alright, Joker, that's enough. She's only fucking with you.

Joker: Yeah, sure, boss. Don't worry about it.

Torres: Ah, brooding. Ilona's favorite personality trait. Like Cristy said. That's just the way Ilona is. She can't help it.

Ilona: Is mentioning Lieutenant Weston really necessary?

Rivers: Ain't our fault she annoys the shit out of you.

Baron: Let me help you with the flag, Maynard.

Drelick: Be my guest, Zach.

Regardless of the conflicting ideas, Right Hand Squadron, including Ilona, stand at attention for the Star Spangled Banner. 11:40:07, the Irons Family ft. Cristy, Right Hand Squadron ft. Brigadier General Jerome 'Prophet' Norton and all of ATLAS have a massive barbecue lunch.

The Staff Sergeant, now in his other fresh American flag hoodie, enjoys time with his friends, family and Cristy, who is now in her own matching American flag hoodie, until Major DeSean Cormack (Russell Richardson) and Captain Malcolm Knox show up in their Dress Blues without the 4th of July spirit.

Cristy: Mmm, those steaks and thick fries smell nice, Will.

Drelick: *sniffs* Yeah, that dog gon' hunt. Damn, P, you can cook.

Preacher: Thank my buddy, Jack. He's the top secret Michelin Star chef of Sentinel Team. Helps keep the MREs (Meal, Ready-to-Eat) away.

Aurora: First Sergeant Drelick?

Drelick: Right. Sorry, ma'am, Will.

Preacher: Don't worry about it, Maynard.*smiles* Ah, you know I own 'Preacher' proudly, Mom.

Aurora: I know, but I still can't help it. Lieutenant Weston, give my son some space to cook.

Preacher: That's okay, Mom. She can stay.

Jonathan: Aurora, come on. Food's almost ready, and the tables aren't set yet.

Joker: *sniffs* Oh, yeah. You're a lucky lady, Cristy.

Cristy: *laughs* Ah, maybe.

Preacher: Real funny, John. *laughs*

Joker: Just busting your balls, Will. *laughs*

Gideon: Eh, look on the bright side. John only wants backwoods hillbilly women with no sense of personal hygiene.

Joker: Hey, that's not what your mom told me last night.

Preacher and Cristy: *laughing*

[Gideon and Joker laugh at each other]

[distant tiltrotor rotor]

Prophet: I was gonna let you all know that that tiltrotor's coming.

Preacher: An Osprey? Hope it's Sentinel Team.

Gideon: Let me help you with the grill, mate.

Preacher: Thanks, man.

[door opens]

Preacher: DeSean, Malcolm! Good to see you.

Cormack: Likewise, Will. Listen, we'd hate to crash this party and stop you from spending time with Cristy, but we have a crisis situation.

Preacher: Oh, shit.

Knox: "Oh, shit." is right, Preacher. Winslow Accord is deploying us and the Australians to South Korea. The North has restarted the Korean War by taking the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) and camping out of Seoul. *gives deployment letter*

Preacher: *sighs* Well, in the words of the Westbrook Family, it's what we do. I'll pack my bags. Don and Jack?

Cormack: Already at headquarters. We're waiting on you.

Preacher: Copy.

Cristy: Packing?

Preacher: Orders, I'm afraid. *gives deployment letter*

Cristy: Hey, it's okay. We can make up for this when you get back. Just answer America's call and take care of each other, alright?

Preacher: I will. Thanks for the support.

Cristy: *kisses Preacher* Always.

Jonathan: Crisis situation?

Preacher: Crisis situation. *hugs Jonathan* You guys can eat without me, I gotta go already.

Gideon: Got it. Look after yourself, Will.

Preacher: I will.

Aurora: *hugs Preacher* Take care and stay alive.

Preacher: As always.

Knox: C'mon, we'll take you to your house.

Aurora: (quietly) Took them long enough.

Jonathan: (quietly) Couldn't they have waited until tomorrow? *sighs*

In less than 24 hours, Preacher, Cormack, Knox, Gunnery Sergeant Don Jackson and Gunnery Sergeant Jack Mitchell (Troy Baker) are on board their respective U.S. Marine Corps Assault Airship. Which is heading towards the now besieged Korean DMZ.