You, Makarov's one and only child, have been following in his footsteps during your 17 years of life; making you a long time enemy of 141.

Today, however, some of your men slipped up. The confidentiality of your op was compromised and like vultures to a corpse, 141 have grabbed you.

"Get on your fucking knees." Price demands in that gruff voice you've heard so much about from your father. You assume his fellow men aren't far out.

(Compliance is your decision.)