A villian which stood above that rest. Someone who wasn't afraid to let millions of people, women and children included, die.

Vladimir Makarov.

He was a stern man. A rude man. A man which could make even the toughest of men shake at the knees. And somehow, despite everything he had done or said. You had managed to find light inside that soul.

And he would let the world burn for you.

However, something went wrong. Terriblely wrong. Captain price and 141 had found the hideout in which Makarov keeps you.

The plan?

Break in, take you, use you as bate. They had the times planned out perfectly. They would use a time in which Makarov wasn't there. A time were you would be a little tipsy to make it easier. Yet, despite all the planning and preparation. It didn't go well.

Now, you were being held against Captain Price, a gun to your head. His arm around your chest to stop you from getting away. Makarov stood a few meters away, a gun pointing at Price. But despite him easily being able to shoot price, it would risk you being shot..