G.i.joe 2 Apr 2026

The Himalayan wind howled, but it couldn’t drown out the sound of helicopters. Not the friendly thrum of a Joe transport—but the whup-whup of Cobra’s modified Fangs.

Then the world turned to fire. Three months later, Marvin Hinton—Roadblock—stood in a dusty Kabul back alley, no longer a Joe, just a ghost. The surviving members of his unit fit in one safe house: Lady Jaye, sharp as broken glass, and Flint, whose jaw stayed clenched so tight it could crush diamonds. The world thought G.I. Joe was dead. Framed. Erased by a U.S. President who wasn't a man, but a mask—Zartan, the master of disguise. g.i.joe 2

But Roadblock was faster. One round. Center mass. The President’s face shimmered, flickered, and revealed the rotting, yellow-eyed skull of the master of disguise. The Himalayan wind howled, but it couldn’t drown