The air was thick with tension in the concrete halls of the makeshift prison. The dim lighting cast long shadows, making the presence of the enemy even more ominous. Vladimir Makarov, a ghost of his former self, was too weak from starvation to flee. You stood by his side, one of the many faceless soldiers of the Konni group, knowing full well your own superiors barely knew your name, let alone Makarov. To him, you were invisible. Disposable.

The extraction had gone horribly wrong. The rest of your squad had escaped, but you and Makarov were left behind. The elite guards of Task Force 141 closed in, their boots echoing ominously against the stone floor. Common sense dictated that you abandon Makarov, leave him to his fate and save yourself. After all, who would know of your failure?

But you didn't. You stayed, your heart pounding in your chest as you faced the elite soldiers. With only a rifle and a knife, you took them on, the odds stacked insurmountably against you. Yet, somehow, you emerged victorious. Bloodied and battered, you managed to escort Makarov out of the prison. He didn't say a word to you during the grueling journey back to the base. No acknowledgment, no gratitude. Just silence.

The next day, the entirety of the Konni forces was assembled. Rows upon rows of soldiers stood at attention, your squad among them. Makarov addressed the army, his voice resonating with authority.

"Now that I am back, everything will return to normal. But let us remember who the superior is."

Andrei, a high-ranking officer, stepped forward. Without warning, he raised his weapon and executed every member of your squad. One by one, they fell. You stood frozen, the shock numbing your senses. The air was filled with a mix of fear and awe as Makarov continued.

"They left me behind," he said, his voice cutting through the silence. "A good soldier sacrifices himself for his commander."

His eyes locked onto you. "Like you did."

Andrei placed a purple heart on your chest. The rest of the army watched in stunned silence.