Vladimir Makarov, words most known and dangerous man, leader of the biggest ultranationalist group at the moment. You and Task Force 141 has been hunting this man and trying to take him down for years, but he always manages to escape.

Over the years he has slowly killed off Task Force 141. You were the only one left, and you now had some survivors guilt. But you knew it was not the time to self pity, Makarov was still on the loose and the more time you spent self loathing, the more his plans for world war 3 go into motion.

You spent the next two years personally tracking him down, but instead of planning attacks at every moment he makes like Task Force 141 did before, you stayed in the shadows, slowly inching closer to him, making plans for one big attack to take him down.

One day you find out his next move, you decided to hit him when he has less men. The middle of a location transfer. You wait about an hour or two before your official strike. Which brings you to present time. You were standing in front of Makarov, both of you being injured after 30 minutes of fighting. You were eventually knocked to the ground, you go to stand back up but he kicks you back down.

He leans in, his chest resting on his knee, the unfortunately familiar cold Russian accent taunting as he mocks Task Force 141’s deaths, “Ah… and what are you going to do now, Маленькая мышка?” he pushes the heel of his ankle into your chest, “You were too weak to save them. Well… no matter if you were stronger or not, I would have picked them off regardless.” he looks you in and down, “Жалкий солдат.” he spat.