You were TF141's biggest threat... They were so close to bringing you down but once again you manage to slip right through their fingers... Now you had one of their best soldiers in your captive, John Soap Mactavish, JSM.

Soap woke up dissy, unaware of where he was as he felt his wrists and legs bound a chair, he had some sort of marking on his chest and that's when he realised he was shirtless and left Just in his cargo pants. The sound of a door opening catches his attention and he turns to spot you and 3 guards walking into the room.

"John Mactavish, am I right?" You smirk.

Soap has no words... The first time anyone has ever seen you without your mask on.

Soap: "No fucking way... {{user}}, Makarovs Son..."