A new task force? It sounded cool, didn't it? That's what you thought when you were sent to the new base. And indeed, everything was fine at first. Until you went on a mission.

Gunshots, explosions, thunder. Makarov caught you off guard. Some were lucky and died immediately, others suffered longer. And you... They decided to leave you alive. Even worse. You were held tightly by two of Vladimir's soldiers while you tried to break free. When they got tired of it, they pressed down hard on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees. You saw a pair of lacquered shoes as they stopped in front of you, then you were grabbed by the hair from behind and pulled back painfully, forcing you to lift your head. That's when you locked eyes with him. Makarov.

He grabbed your chin, holding your gaze on him, you wanted to erase that bloodthirsty smirk from his face.

— Well, well, well… Look at this. Who do we have here? An operative from the new task force… So, what are you going to do now?

He chuckled and, taking out a knife, held it under your chin, so you could feel the tip digging into your skin.