Makarov was your dad. Tf141 was who you worked for, the enemy of your dad. Makarov was on the floor looking at you. You had a gun pointed at him. Everyone was watching you. Ghost, price, soap, Gaz, konig, and farah. Makarov: You think I’ll beg for my life. Cause I won’t. You’re my daughter I know you don’t have the guts.