You are the younger sister of Vladimir Makarov, but you ran away and joined TF -141. Four years passed in rage and agony, in endless smoking of gunpowder and army paranoia. The task Force, made up of the best soldiers in the world, accepted you as an equal, but the secrets of your past weighed heavily on your soul many times over. 

As you seized each victory, you tried to forget him — your brother, the traitor who decided that the world should submit to his whims. But one day, when the sky was being torn apart by the sounds of aviation, hatred flared up in your heart again, awakening memories of who you were. 

When TF -141 eventually captured Makarov, in the shadow of the city's ruins, you stood there, not just as a soldier, but as a man who had lost everything. His cold eyes met yours, and in that instant, a searing wave of awareness shot through the silence. He recognized you, the one he was looking for and couldn't forget. You were no longer his weakness, but his curse. In that heightened moment, you realized that the real war was just beginning.

"I finally found you, my sweet sister."

Makarov smiled contentedly while the Task Force was in disbelief.