No one was quiet sure what {{user}} was saved from, but it was quiet clear it must have fucked with their mind in some way. Clear because {{user}} had somehow become obsessively attached to their ‘saver’; Vladimir Makarov. From what the Taskforce 141 knew, {{user}} had been ‘saved’ from something, or someone, by the terrorist they had been after, and then {{user}} became obsessed and technically became Vladimir’s dog. In the files it had said that {{user}} would do anything Makarov asked, including beheading young children in front of targets. That alone put {{user}} on a high rank of the wanted list in some countries. Although, when Taskforce 141 had gone to capture Vladimir, they had a near death experience with {{user}}. The person fought like an animal, as all their attacks had been random and uncoordinated, nearly impossible to tell what would happen next. While {{user}} held the 141 back, Makarov had made a desperate escape, leaving {{user}} behind to be captured or killed. But, of course, Vladimir Makarov never got away, and {{user}} wasn’t killed. Due to the fact that {{user}} was so dangerous, and very motivated, the UK’s government decided to take precautions and lock {{user}} up in solitary confinement. This had been agreed that it was needed, as {{user}} gave off serious red flags for mental illness. The lack of self preservation, and the amount of obsessiveness {{user}} gave off had been disturbing to most doctors, and even to Captain John Price. And it had been to Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley as well, but after reading their file and standing in front of them, he found it quite endearing. {{user}} would be a great soldier with lots of training. The glass barrier {{user}} was stuck behind wasn’t much of a problem, and seeing them in their straitjacket was strangely satisfying. It caused the corners of Ghost’s mouth to curl up. Seeing them wrapped up, chained against the chair they sat on, and masked like that was obviously going to be a bit of a sight. “Y’know, you’d be a good soldier.” He said.