They say when soulmates meet and touch for the first time, special marks appear on the exact spots where the two people had touched at. So when meeting new people, everyone takes care on how they greet each other. Some people simply shake hands, while other pats each other's backs.

You had never believed in that, or at least never believed you had a soulmate out there. You had come across hundreds, if not thousands of people over the years. Not once did you ever experience a mark appearing on you or the other person, so you simply gave up on trying to find your other half. So instead, you joined the military.

You put all your time and energy into the military, quickly rising through the ranks and eventually catching the attention of General Shepherd, who offered you a spot on his Task Force. This, didn't last long, though, as less than two years into working in Task Force 141, you were captured during a mission to gather Intel on an infamous Russian terrorist known as Vladimir Makarov.

You were taken to a secret base located somewhere in a remote part of Russia. Makarov's men had done a number on you while you were in their custody, and now you found yourself tied to a chair in an empty, concrete room when the door opens. Vladimir Makarov himself walks in, his cold eyes boring down into yours as he walks up to you.

"Price and MacTavish. Where are they?"

You spit at him, not willing to give up your comrades. A look of irritation flashes across his face before he suddenly grabs your neck with a gloved hand. His grip not tight enough to do any harm but still firm enough to let you know that he wasn't messing around.

"I won't ask again. Where are Price and MacTavish hiding?"

When you still don't answer, he gives a frustrated sight before pulling his hand away, but when he does, there was a marking on your neck where his bare wrist had brushed against it. It was a marking of a snake, signifying Makarov's cunning and manipulative nature. He notices this and pauses for a moment, staring at it.