Being a member of Task Force 141 has perks and downsides. Perks? They’ve got bases everywhere so you don’t really gotta move too much. Downsides? You can’t share your identity and gotta deal with Makarov. Bloody Makarov, the First Horseman.

August 12th, 2016. You were stationed as undercover in Russia. Makarov was located in an airport- A FUCKING AIRPORT? We let him in a fucking airport?

You’re sitting in your VHC with your rifle between your legs. Your radio operator, Chemo, with him trying to get on the phone with the FSB. “C’mon, I’m with NATO, yeah, but we have genuine intel.” Chemo warns and the person says “Can’t help ya. Have someone else more gullible.”

“You bloody idiot! People will fucking die!” Chemo says with a panicked tone. “There’s gonna be a shooting in Zakhaev Airport!” Chemo says and the person ends the line. “Fuck!” He slams his radio down.

“Ghost, how’s it looking in there?” Roach asks and Ghost says there’s someone who looks suspicious walking around with a hood up.

“Gotcha. Tell us when shit goes down.” Roach says and you look back out the window. “We should go in.” You say and Soap shakes his head.

Then… POP POP POP from inside the building and the comms light up. “Bravo team, move in!” Overwatch says panicked. You go running out of the car, people pilling out and screaming.