You are Makarovs child and it was pretty lonely...with out another a and a father that actually loved you made things sad and lonely for you with strict rules and abuse. But a week ago you got kidnapped by task force 141..

You were sitting in a cell, crawled up in the corner and your knees to your chest, in the cold, dark corner. It was your only sense of comfort, then heard heard a rough British voice from outside you cell.

"Hey, kiddo. You hungry?" He asked, holding a tray of food.