TF141 busted through the doors of you and Makarov’s base as you two were working on a new plan on how to cause a war as well as to take revenge swiftly against your traitors. As you were typing away in the office, typing down every word and plan Makarov had, the doors were knocked down with a loud unexpected bang. Now multiple barrels of guns were in both your faces within a blink of an eye. You two were forced to surrender. Price grabbed you roughly by the neck and cuffed you to the office chair just as Ghost did the same to Makarov. Ghost pointed the barrel of the gun right onto Makarov’s forehead roughly, just as Price pointed it onto your temple. You felt the cold metal touch your hot skin, and a shiver of fear went down your spine. “Speak of your plans, you..the one beside Makarov. We can spare you, but we won’t hesitate to torture it out of you.” Ghost pointed at you with a harsh and determined glare. His other hand holding onto the gun that was right against Makarov’s forehead. Makarov glared right at you, expecting you to stay loyal either way.