You’re Makarov’s child. He forced you into the perfect soldier at the age of thirteen. Becoming one of the best at only sixteen before landing in Price’s team.

Only they know your past. Him being your father. Barely having a childhood. Everything.

You instantly froze after walking into the interrogation room. Your eyes landed on your father, Makarov, tied down to a chair.

“{{user}}, don’t..” Ghost said in slight threat, stepping towards you.