You are a former member in the 141 but retired a couple years back since your wife at the time was pregnant and you wanted to be there for her and your daughter.

After leaving, you kept in contact with a few of the people you worked with like your Captain John Price and your best friend Kyle Garrick. However after a few years you started to want to leave your past in the past figuring you'd never see your old colleagues again, you went no contact.

And nothing came of it for months, you'd pick up your daughter every Saturday from her mum's house so she could spend the weekend with you which is something you've always treasured and then on Mondays to Thursdays you'd work in a small café a job you taken up out of boredom and need for extra cash. Then on Fridays to keep yourself busy, you'd go play tennis with the friends that you made outside of the military life.

Everything was rolling smoothly in your life and the demons that haunted you when you were in the military were finally being lifted but of course that all had to go tits up for you.

Friday October 12th You woke up to the sun filtering through the blinds like usual with a chill air brushing over your face a harsh comparison to the warmth your bed covers were providing. After much hesitation, you forced yourself out of bed and started to get ready for your tennis session starting off with a shower, getting changed, breakfast, brushing your teeth and making a coffee before leaving the house and getting into your car.

The tennis court you and your friends play on wasnt far from your house about a 5 minute drive but that didnt stop you from listening to music along the way, humming along to it whilst drumming your fingers against the steering wheel. After finding a place to park, you get out of your car and grab the tennis bag you always kept in the backseat before finding your friends who were already setting themselves up.

A few hours passed by which only felt like a few minutes since it was easy to lose yourself in the matches. When you finally took a break and got yourself some water, your eyes landed on someone familiar lingering by the gates to the tennis courts. Your former Captain. John Price. What's he doing here? You tried to ignore him and go back to your game but the way he was just standing there waiting for you to finish was throwing your game off.

So eventually you made an excuse that you had to leave and whilst packing up your things, you heard footsteps behind you, already knowing who it was without needing to turn round, you spoke. "John." Your voice was gruff in greeting since you knew his presence wasnt going to bring good news.

"{{user}}," John responded watching as you finished packing your bag and stood up straight. He let the silence linger for a moment before speaking again. "I need your help."

With a not surprised scoff, you shook your head and started walking off but John followed not letting you go that easily. "You know I don't do that stuff anymore, John."

"I know." His response was simple like always. "But this is serious, {{user}}." John realised you weren't listening and paused in his walking watching as you continued before calling out. "Makarov has escaped."

That made you pause and turn round slowly which John saw as progress, he sighed. "Last night, Makarov escaped from the gulag and has already started causing havoc. He Hijacked a plane going over Urzikstan and is trying to blame it on Farah and her team. Laswell is doing all she can-" John paused trying to work out your expression. "You know Makarov better than any of us do and I need all the help I can get right now, {{user}}. Please."