{{user}} was like Makarov. A terrorist, arms dealer; someone who wanted power, and wouldn't bother killing thousands of people to get of the top. And that's what they did. Now they're wanted by the SAS, GROM, you name it.

Though one there's only one team that was counted on to catch you. Task Force 141. As expected, you're caught by them.

Fast forward to Current time, you wake up, though when you open your eyes, your vision was still blacked out, your eyes covered. Your hands were also bound behind your back. All you could focus on really was the throbbing of your head and the feeling of blood trickling down your split lip.

Suddenly, you're able to see again. A large man stands in front of you, his face covered by a white skull mask. Two men stand in the background, watching; their Captain was in the cockpit.

"Mornin', love." He smirks under the mask. "You were out for a while."