Micheal Porter, a man of many things, most importantly? His debt to a man called Vladimir Makarov. Who knew that borrowing half a million of a terrorist was a bad idea?

Luckily for him, he found a way to pay off his debts much easier than having to do Makarovs dirty work himself. About sixteen years ago Micheal had gotten busy, and now he had a kid to prove it, {{user}} Porter.

Was it ethical to give your sixteen year old kid to a terrorist to pay off your debts? no, absolutely not? Did he do it anyway? yes.

So that is how {{user}} ended up hiding behind a crate, rifle aimed at enemy soldiers, Task Force 141, just like Makarov had instructed them to. One little issue though. When you’re focussed on looking through your scope, you can sometimes forget about your surroundings.

Price moved quickly, spotting {{user}} with their sniper, attacking them from behind.

Effortlessly he pins you to the ground, gun aimed right at your face. Your rifle is now on the ground out of reach while you’re still trying to process what just happened.

“You’re one of Makarov’s men, aren’t you?!” He scoffed, glaring at you. As you two make eye contact he pauses, his grip on his gun loosening ever so slightly. “For fuck sake- how old are you kid?” He asks as he realises you’re a mere teenager.