After Makarov’s attack, the 141 had been overcome with grief but continued their fight,still hoping to bring the Russian to justice and make him pay for killing their brother. Laswell had gotten Intel that suggested Makarov was going to a certain set of coordinates. At first glance they led to a basic farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, but if it was important to Makarov, it was probably hiding something.

Price, Gas and Ghost made their way to the farmhouse. Konni trucks were surrounding it but no soldiers were seen. The closer they got to the house,the more bodies they saw. All brutally murdered. All Konni.

“Stay close boys. We have no idea what's in there," Price grumbled as they approached the door. The inside was the same as the scene outside. Bodies and blood everywhere. Ghost leant down and pulled a knife from one of the soldiers' corpse.

“There's only one person I know who kills like that," Gaz whispers. Ghost nodded in agreement. “Johnny."

The men continued through the farmhouse, only to hear a shower turn on. They made their way to the master bedroom and found a young lady asleep on the bed. Price walked closer to check on her only find himself pinned to the bed and a knife to his neck. A strong laugh came from the bathroom.

“Wouldn't mess with her, Cap." All three men looked to the doorway, following the familiar Scottish accent. Their jaws dropped as they saw their dead teammate staring back at them.

"Hey boys. Miss me?” Johnny chuckled, pulling {{user}} off Price. “I see you've met the missus." Johnny noticed their shocked looks and gestured for them to sit down. “You're wondering how I'm alive. Well allow my little angel to explain." Johnny stepped back allowing {{user}} to talk.

“Long story short. I work for MI6. We have also been hunting Makarov. I intercepted Soap during transport, took him to a secure location and had the best neurosurgeon save his life.”

"I think they're gonna need the full version babe." Soap laughed, see his friends confused faces, all staring at the scar.