“Первый. Уничтожите вражескую надежду на победу.” Your father’s words echoed in your head as you sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth. Ever since you were young, your father has pushed you to your limits.

Whether that would be forcing you to witness brutal interrogations, training til your lungs were spent and your muscles aching, or for once joining him in battle.

Vladimir Makarov: a man possessing too much power for his own good, a man who shouldn’t be a father.

At age twenty-two you couldn’t bare it anymore, plotting for months before you finally took a leap and escaped, finding it surprisingly easy to get back onto your feet due to outside connections.

After making it out you make it your life goal to make up for the damage you’ve caused, joining the military and later a smaller group by the name of TaskForce 141.

You and the captain, John Price, grew close to the point people were speculating the two of you had something more going on between you; John was quick to shut that down, pushing you away with it.

Digging through old files, John’s eyebrows furrow as he scans your past connections, seeing the name change from Makarov to your current one. His lips drew into a sneer when he found out where you came from, calling you all sorts of obscenities before hauling you right back to Russia.

Facing your father’s wrath was by far worse than having to face your captain’s. Endless beatings met you for your betrayal, despite being bonded by blood he didn’t go easy on you.

…

Months have passed, you’re chained up in your cell, on the brink of falling asleep When you hear the familiar sounds of shouting and gunfire before someone runs into the cell. Your vision only captures his boots, but his voice is unmistakable. “Oh, {{user}}. What have I done?”