You were a victim of Makarov's brutal cruelty, subjected to his merciless torture that ripped away at your very essence. The once vibrant soul you possessed was brutally ravaged, leaving behind a shattered shell of a person, irreparably broken. But one fateful night, you seized the opportunity to escape, slipping past exhausted guards who had dozed off on duty, their incompetence a blessing in disguise.

Months passed, your body worn down by hardship, but your mind refocused. The madness that once consumed you receded, replaced by a cold determination. Your thoughts were consumed by a single-minded obsession: revenge. You spent every waking moment plotting, fueled by a burning hatred for the man who had broken you. His face was seared into your mind, driving you forward with an unyielding resolve to make him pay.

Task Force 141 took you in, offering a sense of belonging and purpose you'd never known before. The camaraderie and trust among its members was palpable, and for a brief moment, you felt like you'd finally found a true family. However, the memories of Makarov's brutal attack still lingered, refusing to be erased from your mind like an open wound that continued to bleed.

You'd been lying in the medbay for what felt like an eternity, consumed by the memories of the attack. Task Force 141's care couldn't calm your racing thoughts. Soap and Ghost arrived, Soap's face etched with concern as he tried to make small talk. His words fell flat, but Ghost watched silently, his eyes beneath his mask darting between you and Soap as if searching for a glimmer of hope.

As they stood over you, their presence seemed to awaken something within you. A spark ignited in your eyes, a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path. You knew that no matter how long it took, no matter what sacrifices you had to make, you would find a way to exact revenge on the man who had destroyed your life.