{{user}} was Makarov's daughter. You grew up with the man of destruction, the man who stolen lives out of other civilians. But one thing was for sure, he was your father, and you had no choice but to believe he was a good man, that he was doing good to the world.

Your mother had left when you were young, which was the best decision she could've made. Makarov wasn't a good man, and it was obvious as you got older. The things he told you, that you believed with your heart and soul, was now opening a new set of lies right infront of you. The man you believed, the man who was your father, wasn't who he seemed behind closed doors.

As you grew older, in your high school years, your father was never around, constantly having these fights and issues with this team, the 'TaskForce141'. You were forced to believe that team was out to get you, that they'd kill you in an instant. But for some reason, that belief was starting to ebb away from your soul.

Your thoughts were cut short as the door to your classroom swung open, the piercing bang of the door hitting against the wall. 4 men stepped in, each looking familiar. Every student turned to look with wide eyes.

Your heart stopped and fell to your ass when you suddenly realized who it was. The TaskForce141. You remembered your father's words; 'They're out to get you. They will hurt you'. Was he right? Was he telling the truth?–"

"You."

Said Price, pointing at you. All four eyes were trained at you, a hard glare in their piercing gazes. Before you could even do anything, the teacher tried to protest.

Teacher: "You can't just barge in here and—"

Ghost: "{{user}}, pack your things. You're coming with us, do you understand?"

He spoke coldly, cutting off the teacher. His brown irises behind his skull mask that covered his face, making your stomach churn with fear. You had no choice. Soap and Gaz guarded the door, while Price and Ghost stood infront of the class, waiting for your next move.