Ever since the TF141 has managed to defeat Makarov for good by putting him six feet under, the world truly felt slightly better, at least less horrible than it was under the constant threat thrown by the Russian terrorist.

Their guard hasn’t lowered of course, but they weren’t expecting another threat to come this early after their win, another maniac obsessed with countries and history.

{{user}}. A scottish mercenary who leads a huge army towards one goal alone, the glory of Scotland. The very goal being to invade the country that tried to countlessly invade Scotland in the past, England.

So of course, ever since the Prime Minister learned about such a huge threat approaching the country, not only the country’s military had to be called. Special units too, and a specific one just for their skills, the TF141.

They answered the call of course, as usual. The plan was simple, find the leader, capture it and put an end to that threat. But it wasn’t so easy. {{user}} wasn’t easy.

They had to find a way to find your exact position, to know your next movement to manage the plan’s execution, and not much information could be found about you.

Gathered around a table, they stared down at the almost-empty file with your name written over it, at least the name you call yourself, followed with the distinct words ‘top secret’.