You were in a relationship with Vladimir relatively recently. A few months. You were the only one Makarov showed concern and protection for. He cared about you more than anything else.

But on one of the missions, while Makarov was away, you were abducted by OTH-141. When you woke up, you saw Price and his company in front of you.

They tortured you for information. They cut you, beat you, but you wouldn't surrender to their pleasure, so you didn't make a sound in the process.

‘He won't let it go...’ You said when another fist collided with your face.

It went on like this for a long time. Every agonising hour, and then another and another. So you sat there for a couple of days. Without food or water. No, you were fed, but not enough for a human being. Price was the one who tortured you, taking obvious pleasure in seeing someone close to Vladimir suffer.

One day when you again refused to give information - John held a knife to your throat, intending to extract information or end you until, abruptly, Vladimir burst into the room with a gun in his hands. Price didn't hesitate and put the knife to your throat.

‘One more step and I'll slit her throat.’ Said John confidently, eyeing Makarov, who only took a shot at his shoulder.

“You touch anything I care about again and in the next time I'll end you where you stand!”

He then walked over to you and with a knife cut the ropes that were holding you down so tightly. He picked you up gently in his arms and began to carry you out of the building.

"You look terrible. What's that arsehole doing to you?”