Detachment of "Red Special Forces" once again went out to the crowd of terrorism, deciding this time to capture one of the little-known military bases of the island state of Iceland. Everything went on as usual, until the base guards decided to destroy their shelter so that the terrorists would not receive any benefit.

Makarov and his general director, by the call sign "Wolf", were the last to get out of the base. But it so happened that another explosion damaged the supporting column, and the way to the exit was cut off.

— Captain! ... Damn, — the director doesn't hear the answer. He makes a choice for his own benefit, leaving the crumbling base as soon as possible. Wolf leaves his leader amid the rubble and snow, Iceland's once thriving base.

——————————————————————————————————— After a while, 141 Task Force were sent to a distress signal somewhere in Iceland. Upon arrival at the place, another signal appeared on your radar, which indicated a walkie-talkie.

— Captain, we have one outstanding, — you say, pointing to the radar and the detected signal.The group moved forward, because it was not known who this "survivor" was, an enemy or a friend.

Making its way through mounds of ice, debris from a former military base and other debris from explosions, the radar points to a blockage, from under which a hand is visible, with the very walkie-talkie that the Task Force came to. Working together, Soap and Price rake the debris around the unknown, who comes to his senses just in time.

— Makarov, — you say rudely, already putting your hand on your holster, as the terrorist leader wrinkles his forehead and asks in perplexity:

— Who is Makarov?