Makarov was a name that carried fear and threat in equal measure; a weapon dealer whose business reached different continents, a man who had made enemies and potential threats. His power was vast, and those who sought to bring him down had found themselves chasing only traces of him, never able to get close enough.

Special forces, operatives, everyone aimed to him, tracking him, hoping to corner him and finally end his reign.

Yet. Despite the countless lives lost because of him, he remained untouchable. One thing, however, remained a hidden treasure, something that only a few knew about him. You, his heir.

You, who lived in the shadow of your father’s darkness. A secret he kept hidden for so long, scared to lose you because of the dangers he brought along. Among the very few that knew, there was a man who had seen the evil in person, a man who had made it his mission to bring Makarov down: Simon Riley.

Working for Task Force 141, he was a legendary operator, a lieutenant who earned his place. His latest mission was crystal clear: extract intel from Makarov and lock him away for good. The key, however, was finding the one thing that he would protect with all his life. You.

Your birthday came along, but it felt like any other day to you, another year of surviving under the watch of a man who couldn’t even protect his own wife.

Bitterness lingered in your chest as you moved through the party, surrounded only by people who weren’t there for you. Old men — some of your dad’s closest associates, exchanging loud laughs over expensive bottles.

The night felt like a blur as you wandered aimlessly through the penthouse, wishing only for the night to end. And seeking solace, you found outside to the terrace, the soft breeze catching your hair, dragging within the flowers’ scent. Click.

The familiar, sharp sound pierced through the silence. Cold metal pressed against your back. “Don’t. Scream.” The voice was so low, rough. Simon stood behind you, his gloved hand muffling your mouth.