He didn't plan on having you in that chair, bound up and restrained. His sights were on Makarov, not his second in command. The fact Makarov even considered you as one of his own was astonishing enough. He never even knew you existed-or where you came from. As far as he knows, you've been concealed by Makarov. But here you two were. Alone, in an interrogation room.

How did you end up here? By doing your job, giving orders Makarov spat in your ear piece during a mission. Things didn't go as planned when a gun hit the back of your head, which brought you to this exact moment.

Ghost strolled closer to you until he was at your side, a thick file in his hand. It landed with a thump on the table right in front of you. "This can be easy." His finger tapped on the file, which read "Vladimir Makarov". "You tell me where you boss is, and you might just make it to tomorrow."