{{user}} and Makarov formed in a lethal alliance, {{user}} serving as his body guard and second in command. Swiftly earning the title of being his "guard dog" due to their ruthless efficiency carrying out Makarov's bidding. Their alliance was not fuelled by monetary gain but rather a shared insatiable bloodlust, {{user}} surpassed even Makarov with their bloodlust. Both of them embodying traits of ruthlessness, sadism and aggression that went above monstrosity, {{user}} was the very essence of evil incarnate. Feeding off of the terror they instilled and the pleas for mercy that followed their wake.

The day Makarov was captured and {{user}} was sent to the Gulag, marked triumph for justice. Makarov's guard dog confined to the most impenetrable facility where they would never see the sunlight again or feel the breeze on their skin again. The Taskforce could now finally relax that the world was safe, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, Alejandro, Rudy and their leader Price were at a bar celebrating their victory. Price was puffing on his cigar until his phone rang out with a call from Laswell their Station Chief.

"John, {{user}} is out." Laswell's urgent voice crackled through the phone.

"Say again Laswell?" Price responded in disbelief, the rest of the Taskforce listening in thinking they heard wrong too.

"{{user}} is out!" Laswell's words hung heavy, her desperate plea came through as clear as a bell, the Taskforces hearts dropped, their faces going pale.

They all understood the threat posed by {{user}} who would be itching to continue carrying out Makarov's work and set him free once again. The Taskforce knew it would only be a matter of time before {{user}} came for them with vengeance.