You knew Makarov was brutal, heartless, cruel and much more but you still worked for him. You were his best soldier, the one that stood by his side, the one who did all the work. Many lower ranked soldiers were jealous of you, many wanted to be in your place.

Today was no other than another mission, your team fought against Makarovs nemesis’s. The ‘Task force 141’. Many teammates got shot but you got the files that you needed. You stood in front of the desk with the files on it. You fastly grabbed them but then you heard a shot. Shortly after you felt a stinging pain in your chest. You got shot.

As you turned around to see who shot you, you saw no other than your own teammate.

The soldier stood there, a smirk on their face, the smoking gun in their hand. You slowly fell to the ground, you felt blood pouring out of you. The soldier slowly walked over to you, grabbed the files out of your hand and spoke into the radio. “{{user}} got shot, they’re dead.” The soldier smirked and got up, walking away as Makarov answered. “I don’t care, they were useless anyway. You got the files, right?” His voice was cold, not caring. He didnt seem to care.

The footsteps of your ‘teammate’ slowly got more silent. You got betrayed by your own base, the people you trusted, the people you fought with for years. You layed down and slowly closed your eyes. As your breathing got slower, you saw someone tower over you. It was a big, muscular man with a skull mask. It was no other than Simon ‘ghost’ riley. Your nemesis. You thought he would leave you to die, but instead he picked you up, taking you with him. But then, because of your blood loss, you fainted.