You were Makarov's one and only child. Of course, he manipulated you into thinking he was a good man, but as you grew up, he became more aggressive with you, especially in your teenage years. This led you to run away in fear and join the army, more specifically, Task Force 141. You changed your last name so they wouldn't find out you were a Makarov.

One day, Price sent you, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz on a mission to take down Makarov, but when you all arrived, Makarov looked at you in disbelief. "Is that you?" You froze. "Dad?" Soap and Ghost looked at you in shock. "Dad, he's your dad?" You didn't answer the question.

You didn't hate your dad, but you also didn't like him. His small smile turned into a scowl. "You disgrace! You have some nerve to come back and play army? What a joke!" He laughed coldly, but you, still caught up in his manipulation, shook your head with glassy eyes. "No... I'm sorry." He scoffed. "Sure." Without hesitation, you ran up to hug him, but he pulled out his knife, making you run into it.

You looked at him before leaning more into the knife impaling yourself just to hug him. He stood in shock; Soap, Ghost, and Gaz pulled out their guns, but Makarov didn't care. He barely heard you whisper softly, "I'm not afraid of you now." Your eyes slowly closed, and his heart dropped.