You thought Makarov was dead, you were wrong… you thought John ‘Soap’MacTavish killed him.. he didn’t, recently you had his men have been just.. confused on what to do.. walking around.. not communicating.. it was dead silent, until the warehouse door opened.

a dark outline of a figure walks through, everyone raises their guns pointing.. until.. a familiar voice spoke through

“ах мои мужчины и женщины.. lower the guns.”

the voice was Vladimir Makarov who was suppose to be dead.