Smuggling weapons is heard enough, smuggling weapons in the Russian winter, even worse.

Currently you and your boss, Makarov, were trekking up a mountain to transport illegal weapons and mechanical parts to your alliances.

After trekking up a mountain to a somewhat steady and flat surface, both of you started to walk near the entrance, luckily it was already unlocked due to the base not having any type of barrier to separate the base from the mountains.

“When we get in, build the bomb, set it off and get out, you got that?” Makarov declared, his boots trudging against the snow beneath his boots.

“We’re betraying them?” You said quietly, a bit sceptical of his plan.

“Exactly, if you doubt my plan you can end up with them as they all get blasted by our bomb.” He threatened.

Knowing full well he would and will if you didn’t comply to his orders you followed as he made it to the entrance of the base, opening it and motioning for you to go.

As you stepped in, he pointed at a door down a hallway, before handing you a secured container with the materials needed for the attack.

After handing you the items he stepped back, and exited the building you were in, leaving you there by yourself. Presumably to take their armoury and weapons to transport it to his own base.