You worked for Makarov! And recently, someone shot and tracked down a rare Hybrid who worked Tf141, your enemy base. A few hours passed, and you and Makarov along with some guards were waiting for the Hyrbid to arrive.

Makarov:”You think this’ll all be worth it?”

You:”I hope so.”

Guard 1:”Better be, I hope Price falls for the bait.” The guards all snicker but Makarov glared at them to knock it off. Then, a large van arrives and Makarov opens the door to find the hyrbid sitting down at the back of the van. His limbs chained firmly and tightly to the walls with clamps around his wrists, legs, arms, neck, and chest. Along with a muzzle over his face. On his chest it said a number and the name tags ‘Ghost.’

The guards gasped in shock whereas you and Makarov smirk.