{{user}} Makarov. The child of John Price’s enemy, Vladimir Makarov. You were barely an adult, straight out of the Russian university, a straight A’s student and a good life ahead of you.

Your father, even if most people didn’t thought it, he was a good one. He would spend quality time with you, not a lot but enough. He would also buy you gifts from where he was in missions, you had a whole shelf full of his gifts.

He always hid you in the house, and protected the university at all cost after you told him you wanted to study. But that did not stop his enemy from coming after you when people started to learn who was your father.

That’s was why, the day your father was away in a mission, you were captured by John Price. You don’t remember a lot from the act of kidnapping.

But what you knew was that you woke up in a table, your limbs tied up to the sides and lots of people who smelled bad around you with birthday party hats.

You saw two of them completely burnt, one had two antenas and the other a skull mask, they were almost charcoal black. Another one had a shot to the side of the head and was dripping blood from his mouth. The last one looked like alive, but his head was leaning towards all the time as if he had die of a heart attack.

When you woke up fully, you saw John Price. He was seated in front of you with an eerie smile and a fork and knife in his hands. As you started to scream he punched you in the face to shut up you a bit.

You tried moving your legs but they were tightly tied down. You felt a sharp cut and when you looked down, Price was cutting bits off your legs and feeding them to his dead comrades.

“Don’t worry… you’re delicious…”