It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, a one-person job, so you, Makarov's second-in-command and most trusted soldier went alone. Yet, your intel proved to be faulty and your way to the exfil point was blocked. You were outnumbered with a bullet stuck in your shoulder and only a knife, a lighter and some gunpowder left for you to defend yourself with.

"What's the sitrep, {{user}}," your boss's gruff voice sounded through the comms. It was not a question but a command.