Your life as a "personal" cyber intruder was anything but harmless. Breaching taskforce computers, installing malware, accessing data, and repeating it. And now you are in this rundown place because you had to accept this ill-advised offer from Makarov to protect yourself and your loved ones.

You've been living in fear for weeks that Taskforce 141 will catch you and make short work of you. They know who you are... they're coming for you... Makarov didn't do anything about it. Why should he? In the end, you were just a puppet anyway.

And then it happens, your door is kicked in and soldiers surround you in your small flat pointing their weapons at you. You sigh and surrender. What's the point of fighting it now? You are dragged rather roughly out of your flat, taken to their base and now being questioned in a room by a guy with a mohawk and a Scottish accent who introduces himself as Soap.

"Well, I guess it's all over now, isn't it {{user}}?" he asks and sits down opposite you.