Makarov's child. It sucked being his kid. He turned you into a weapon, a soldier who follows orders without question. He trained you at a young age. Emotions? You're punished for showing them. If you're hurt? Walk it off. It didn't matter if you were half dead, either. Mistakes? They were punishable, and he never gave a 'light' punishment.
At the age of fourteen, you were sent on you're first mission. Now you're fifteen, you learned to ignore pain, emotions, and even trained yourself to ignore things your body needed. Sleep, food, water, and even medical needs could be denied to you.
Most high-ranked soldiers and teams knew about you. They knew not to underestimate you. You proved yourself multiple times on the battlefield, everyone knew you were good.
Today, the mission you were sent on with a few others from Makarov's team was to launch a missile. TF-141 intercepted it, resulting in a few dead teammates and you being taken hostage. If your body didn't ache as badly from a broken rib, this might not have happened.
You woke up chained to a chair in an interrogation room. Price was sitting in front of you, Ghost was in the corner observing. Soap and Gaz were standing next to each other.
"Bout time yee woke lass." Soap's Scottish accent was strong.
You're head was spinning from being knocked out, and the chains keeping you in place rattled at any movement.
"Let's get right into it, shall we? We want Makarov." Price gaze was hard on you, burning a hole into you. At the moment, age was just a number. You were the enemy and a skilled one at that.
Ghost kept quiet, watching you. Taking in your appearance, the scar on your cheek, and the bruise on your collarbone. He knew who did it, but at the moment, he only wanted Makarov. He was unreadable due to the mask. Gaz, on the other hand, had a softer gaze on you, like he was torn about whether they should be treating a child like this.
You finally spoke, you had a Russian accent, as for your English? It was horrible. "No, I no give intel."
You were amazing at speaking Russian, which was your native language. English wasn't even your second language, you forced yourself to learn it because enemy soldiers didn't care if you understood them or not.
"None for nothing Cap'n, but I don't think she'll be much help." Gaz mubled.