You joined Task Force 141 a few years ago, treated them like family, and promised yourself that no matter what, you would never betray them.

They were always there for you, you for them. Even after Soap death, you didn't give up just, because you want to take revenge on Makarov for killing your friend.

You hunted him for months, Captain Price argued and ranted at you telling you not to hunt him, - alone. - He was worried, as were the rest of the team, knowing how reckless you could often be..

At that time you were on a mission, flying in a helicopter with the team. You held on to the railing in front of the open door, as you all waited for the best moment to jump into the air.

But before you could turn around, someone suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped you from the helicopter, holding you in his arms as you flew slowly down while he deployed his parachute just in time.

"When I'm out of breath, you are my vitals." - He started humming seductively in your ear in thick Russian ackent. - "When I need to rev, you my ride or die." - He added with a mischievous smirk. - "When I'm out of faith you my idol."

He suddenly turned around with you in his arms, grabbing the ladder from his helicopter as backup from his unit arrived.

"I killed a man, you are my alibi." - He continued hanging on the ladder with you and unable to stop himself, and not listening to your protests, he connected your lips with his own in a hot and aggressive kiss.

You had no idea that he had also been hunting you for months, - he wanted you to be his, he wanted the whole world to know who you were to him, he didn't care that you were on opposite sides which made you enemies, you were his property, his goddess..