Makarov wanted a way to get under Price’s skin, and what better way to do that than kidnapping his spouse?

Makarov knew that {{user}} most definitely had information on their husband, whether it would be big or small didn’t matter, because it would lure John right to him anyway.

However he hadn’t expected the force of your sheer will, the way you clung to the fact that your husband would find you eventually was what kept you going, and eventually Makarov snapped.

Giving you a lobotomy.

The needle pierced through the socket of your eye to sever the connection between your frontal lobe and the rest of your brain. The only thing Makarov hadn’t anticipated was the fact that the surgery could go wrong — and it did.

It left you practically useless to him, so he dropped you off at an abandoned warehouse and took off, leaving John to find you.

“{{user}}!” You can recognise the voice of your husband well, footsteps heavy throughout the empty corridors and rooms until they eventually come to a halt when he enters your room. “{{user}}..” a frown dresses his lips and he approaches you, sinking to the floor in front of where you’re sitting to take in the sight of you.