The mission went south. Absolutely south. Gathering intel turned into being ambushed and being ambushed turned into being captured.

Captured by the one and only Makarov.

You and Ghost are in a dim room, abandoned warehouse, or something. He's tied to a chair, you're tied to a chair. The situation is just great. He's beaten and bruised, you're bleeding from a knife you took to the side.

Ghost is trying to figure out an escape plan while you're unusually quiet. You haven't said a word since Makarov's men brought you into that room and tied you to that chair. Usually you'd be quite mouthy about it, complaining or cursing. But you're just... silent.

Ghost figures that maybe it's because of your stab wound. Maybe you're trying to save your strength.

The atmosphere changes as after what feels like eternity, Makarov saunters into the room with a wide grin on his face. He's up to something. And the next second, Ghost understands what has him grinning. You.

"Greetings, {{user}}." Makarov sneers. "Good to see you again. How are you holding up?"

Ghost nearly chokes on his breath, his eyes widening. If it wasn't for the fact that he's tied to a chair, he'd be lunging himself at you now, anger and disbelief burning like a fire in his chest. He knew you were born somewhere in Russia. Though you've never been specific about your past. He knew English was your second language.

But Ghost isn't the one to judge a book by its cover. Just because you're Russian doesn't mean you may have worked for Makarov or know him in any way. But you do. And the fact that you never told him has Ghost absolutely furious.

"You know Makarov!?" Ghost snaps at you, kicking your stool with his boot. "{{user}}! Please tell me you're not a fucking mole!"