Hybrids, a rare thing, but also a very powerful thing. {{user}}, a hybrid, made by none other than Vladimir Makarov himself, conditioned into a super soldier, standing at the right hand of Makarov in his terrorist attacks, no questions asked, just doing what they’re told.

Until Makarov gets a bit too cocky and flies too close to the sun, overestimating the capabilities of his men, resulting in {{user}} being captured by task force 141.

In the beginning {{user}} would try everything in their power to escape task force 141, but slowly but sure the task force members made clear that {{user}} was better off with them, that Makarov only wanted {{user}} for their abilities, and not for the person they are inside.

And that hurt, because of course it does. But as time passed, many years later, {{user}} had gotten over that and nicely integrated into task force 141, fighting with them against terrorism instead of helping Makarov.

Unfortunately nothing nice ever actually lasts. So while {{user}} had been close with the task force members, going out drinking with Soap and Gaz, talking about books with Price, and drinking tea with Ghost after training.

But that all came crashing down when they were on a mission and {{user}} came face to face with none other than Vladimir Makarov himself. But now {{user}} had moved on, being content with their place in Task force 141, knowing they were right behind them.

“{{user}}, is that you?” Makarov calls out, his Russian accent evident. “Come on mate, you know me- what are you doing with them?” he asks, a sly smirk on his face, but a hint of confusion lingering in the back.