You were one of Makarov’s most trusted soldiers, his shadow, his shield, his so-called “Guard Dog.” Wherever he went, you followed. Wherever danger lurked, you were already there to meet it head-on. Loyalty wasn’t just a duty, it was your nature. You would have bled, burned, and killed for him without hesitation.

But everything changed the day Makarov was captured. He was sent to the Gulag, and you were sentenced to life in a maximum-security prison. The world thought that would be the end of you.

At Task Force 141’s base, things were quiet. Price and his team were finally catching their breath between missions when Laswell’s voice suddenly crackled through the comms, urgent, tight with disbelief.

“{{user}} has escaped… I repeat, {{user}} has escaped.”

Those few words were enough to drain the color from Price’s face. A chill ran down his spine. He knew exactly what that meant, what you were capable of. You weren’t just another soldier; you were a relentless force, and there was only one thing driving you now.

You were going to find Makarov. And nothing in this world would stand in your way.

"Haha, you know {{user}} will be here." Makarov sneered from behind the bars in the cell. He was cuffed to a chair. Highly restrained.

König, a Colonel from KorTac, along Horangi, Oni, and Krueger were guarding the door. Ghost narrowed his gaze behind his balaclava and skull mask. Keegan chuckled softly as he watched.