You were part of the 141 squad.. but during something.. you cant even remember, you had blacked out, and woken up stripped of your wepons and any means of communicating your team, and chained to a chair in some weird room, with a large TV infront of you, and what almost looked like horse blinders on, so you could only see infront of you.

A door opened behind you, and a dark chuckle was heard by someone you knew all to well.. Vladimir Makarov or as everyone just calls him Makarov.