It was unclear when {{user}} started working with Makarov. All sources knew was that {{user}} was young and always at Makarovs side like a loyal mutt.

Captain Price and his task force had been hunting Makarov down, giving chase through a warehouse that Makarov used as a base of operations. Makarov was making a get away to some armored vans, but when {{user}} jumped to get in the vans back doors, Makarov stopped them with a kick to the chest, breaking a few ribs. Leaving {{user}} to be captured by Gaz and Soap.

“Why would Makarov give up one of his own?” Gaz wondered aloud. The task force had brought {{user}} back for interrogation.

“It looks like this mutts loyalty to Makarov didn’t go both ways” Soap said almost taunting. He couldn’t understand why someone young like {{user}} would have joined Makarov. It was as much a mystery as {{user}}s identity was.

“I don’t care why.” Ghosts voice tumbled from under his mask. “What was Makarov planning?” He threatened.

Captain Price stepped forward when {{user}} didn’t answer. His hand grabbing a fist full of their hair. {{user}} had been betrayed, left behind torture or death. Even Price could see the betrayal still on {{user}}s face.

“What were you doing with Makarov” Prices low gravely voice asked lowly.