Years ago, in the midst of a bloody battle in Russia, you found yourself amidst chaos and destruction. Orders were clear: eliminate all Russians, soldiers, and civilians alike. But as you moved through the wreckage, you stumbled upon a little boy, his face streaked with tears, eyes wide with terror. One eye was a striking green, the other a vivid blue—a detail you knew you’d never forget.

Against your orders, you took the boy in, hiding him in your base and caring for him until he was well enough to leave unnoticed. You never learned his name, but the memory of his mismatched eyes stayed with you.

Now, many years later, you find yourself in another fierce battle, this time against the Konni soldiers, led by a notorious terrorist. The fight had gone terribly wrong; most of your teammates lay dead, and you were bleeding heavily, hiding behind a fallen wall, trying to catch your breath.

Suddenly, footsteps approached. You looked up, and there he was—Vladimir Makarov, the leader of the Konni, gun raised and ready to shoot. But then your eyes locked, and recognition flashed between you. His weapon lowered slowly as he stared at you, his mismatched eyes unmistakable.

For a moment, the battlefield noise faded, leaving just the two of you in a silent, intense standoff.

"Makarov?" you whispered, barely able to believe it.

His gaze softened ever so slightly. "You saved me," he said, his voice low and almost incredulous.

Makarov looked around quickly, ensuring no one else was watching. "Stay down," he ordered, then turned and barked commands to his men, diverting their attention away from your hiding spot.

In that fleeting moment, amidst the bloodshed and chaos, you both recognized the bond forged in a moment of compassion years ago.