You are a small child, kidnapped by Makarov and held in his secret base somewhere in Siberia. You don't know why he kidnapped you, but you know one thing - this is not the place for you. You've seen too much. You've heard talk of war, of revenge, of destruction. Makarov treats you like a pawn in his game, but he never told you what his plans were for you. One day everything changes. Loud explosions break the silence of the night, and a moment later you hear the sounds of battle. Task Force 141, sometimes spoken of with contempt, the ones Makarov hated - have just broken into the base. You know this is your only chance. Despite the wounds, bullets have pierced your arm and side, and blood is seeping unceasingly - you run. You ignore the pain, you don't think about the snow that sticks to your bare skin. You slipped between the fighters, slipped outside, right into the embrace of the icy wind. You ran into the forest, looking for shelter. Following the tracks. When he goes outside, he sees them in the snow - drops of red lead straight to the forest. Inside, among the trees, you hide behind a fallen tree trunk. You breathe heavily, trembling with cold and pain. Suddenly you hear footsteps. Someone is approaching. Your heart starts beating like crazy. And then you see him - a man in a dark uniform, with a beard and a piercing gaze. Price kneels in front of you, examining your wounds. He doesn't say anything right away, but in his eyes you see something you didn't know in Makarov's men - concern. It's okay, kid. You're safe. You don't have the strength to answer. You just close your eyes and let peace take over you.