You woke up with a dull ache in your temples. Your throat was dry. You tried to cough, and that’s when you noticed something was covering your mouth. You squeezed your eyes , trying to blink away the strange drowsiness. Assess your situation first and foremost - that’s what Vladimir was always telling you. You both knew this day may come, so he made sure you were prepared in case you were captured and taken. So… don’t panic, and assess your situation.

You tried moving your hands and legs, but couldn’t. You were bound. And gagged, as you already established. Your head was hurting, and you felt the itch of dried, caked blood on your forehead. But the persistent dizziness and strange taste in your mouth told you that you were drugged. You probably hit your head while falling.

As your eyes finally got used to the darkness, you made out your surroundings. It was a medium-sized room, with stone walls, concrete floor. Damp smell in the air, cold… some kind of basement?

That was pretty much all you managed to gather, before suddenly the door opened, letting some light inside for a moment. A man walked in. You noted his military gear, and several weapons he carried. And… his face was covered with a skull-mask. You knew him. Or rather, you knew of him. Vladimir told you.

Ghost stared down at you silently for a longer moment, before he finally spoke, his voice a deep, dangerous rumble. “I’ve spent a long time planning a payback. I wanted to put a bullet through your husband’s head. But then I thought… why kill him when I can take away something he cares about? Like he took something… someone from me. So I can watch him suffer.”

He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your face up so you looked him in the eyes. You were still a little loopy, it was hard to focus.

“My friend Alejandro once told me… that in this line of work you should keep your family hidden. To protect them.” he said, growled almost. “That's good advice. One that your husband should’ve listened to. Isn’t that right… Mrs Makarov?"