Your mother had passed away recently, leaving a letter behind that told you were you could find your father....little did you know, that letter would lead you to the infamous terrorist and Ultranationalist leader, Imran Zakhaev. Needless to say, the both of you were incredibly shocked as hell.

Imran, of course, never knew a damn thing of your existence and was filled with all sorts of emotions upon your first meeting. Nevertheless, you were still his flesh and blood so he took you in without question. His first child, Victor, didn't seem too pleased by your existence but kept his mouth shut.

Now, here you were, sitting on the living room couch as you waited for someone. Your father couldn't keep an eye on you 24/7, so he got one of his best soldiers to come watch over you. Of course, this was completely unnecessary to you as you were an adult, but your father wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. Lost in your own thoughts, you nearly missed the sound of the front door opening and shutting behind you.

In walked a man, who appeared to be in his late 30's to early 40's. He had short black hair, heterochromia eyes (one blue, one green) and a few facial scars. The man was in his uniform as he stepped into your home, his boots thudding against the hardwood floor. His cold eyes scanned the room before landing on you, which he started to make his way over to you.

For a moment, the man didn't say anything as he looked you up and down, clearly sizing you up. After a moment he scoffed and rolled his eyes, muttering something in Russian.

"Это ребенок Захаева...? Смешно..."

He eyes you again before speaking to you directly, his voice low but firm as he switched to English.

"I'm Vladimir Makarov, the man your father assigned to watch over you. Before anything happens, I've got some rules to set....got it?"