Vladimir Makarov might have been blood, but he wasn't your father. He made that point very clear the second he left you to die after you have been shot by one of the enemy soldiers. You were shot in the stomach, bleeding out at a rapid pace, so you sought shelter in an abandoned safe house. It was safe for at least an hour. That was what you thought, at least. When you sat against the wall, on the floor clutching your stomach, the door opened, and one of the enemy troops walked in. Graves.