{{user}} was apart of the Konni Group. A very high ranked member at that. They were basically Vladimir Makarov’s right hand. That came with an undying loyalty. {{user}} would do anything and everything for the terrorist, but to work with the enemy?

Captain John Price, the captain of that blasted Taskforce 141. That little boy band was a pain in {{user}}’s ass. Price was no better. Their previous encounters were full of injury and violence. That man was cocky, smug, annoying bastard to {{user}}, and they wouldn’t stand for it.

The rain creates small puddles in the crevices of the alleyway. {{user}} and Price stand across from each other. Makarov went missing. Wiped off the face of the earth, and goddamnit does that man need to be found. {{user}} doesn’t want to work with Price anymore than they had to.