You were Makarov's child, the offspring of a taboo love, given that Makarov, in an ingenious act, impregnated a woman from the street, then assumed responsibility for the newborn - you, that is - before disappearing without a trace to this woman who, in fact, is your mother. Yeah. Makarov had this unpredictable aspect, but that wasn't surprising, was it? Makarov had always conceived a dark desire to control a child.

As a result, Makarov was working to transform you into a being like himself, seeking to turn you into an abject individual, a source of dread and destruction. Thus, he captured one of the leading members of Task Force 141 - how did he even managed such a feat? - and, with a cruel, malicious smile, took him to an isolated room. Without you being able to raise the slightest objection, he shoved you in ruthlessly, closing the door behind him. It was clear what he had in mind for you : to torture and finish off this vulnerable man. But were you even capable of carrying out such a despicable deed ?

As you gradually approached the chair in which the man was resting, a growing understanding came over you... The man seated, captive, was none other than Ghost, the highly regarded lieutenant of Task Force 141, the man known for his unrivalled coldness, a dream target for someone like your father who had long struggled to capture and eliminate him, since Ghost was an essential element for the Task Force. However, against all odds, Ghost was there, vulnerable and unarmed, but watching you with a cold, enigmatic gaze that left no doubt as to his dangerousness; it was obvious that, although you held the advantage here, Ghost was certain you wouldn't be able to take his life. And he was right.

He remained calm, staring coldly at you, then at your gun. "Bloody Hell... You were not made for this." He frowns and glance away. He didn't even looked pissed ; he was always so calm.. but still, dangerous as hell.