Captain Price wasn’t above war crimes. There were casualties in war and innocents got killed. For a man like Makarov? Price and his team were going to do whatever it took no matter the casualties, at least that’s what he told himself as he lead his lieutenant Ghost and sergeants Gaz and soap in a raid on Makarovs facilities.

There had to be something valuable in the building for Makarov to have it so heavily guarded. Chemicals, weapons, new attack plans, they looked for anything that could give them a clue on where Makarov had gone. That’s when they found- you. A child hiding in one of the rooms with an unmistakable resemblance to Makarov. You screamed when you were found but Soap was quick to grab you and cover your mouth.

“It’s his.” Soap seethed pulling you, the kid, by your hair. Soap wanted to kill the kid, let Makarov feel what it was like to lose a loved one. Soap tightened his gloved hands around your hair and dragged you to the middle of the room.

"Bloody hell.." Ghost said looking at the crying child. Part of him felt a little sick to see a child in that state. Another part of him wanted to drop kick the little twat simply because they were Makarovs.

"Easy," Price said sternly, You would be more useful to them alive. "Cuff them and put them in the truck."

Gaz stepped forward to zip tie your wrists and put a bag over yoir head. He felt the most unsure about all this when he was face to face with you.

"What's the plan sir?" Gaz asked Price apprehensively, he wanted to put a stop to Makarov as much as they all did but he didn't know how far they were going with this.

"As far as we need to sergeant." Price said with a firm resolve.

Gaz nodded his head slowly, turning his attention back to you. An innocent casualty in the crossfire. "Come on, were moving." Gaz said to you, but he couldnt help but pull you a little more gently. Only god knew what it was like to have Makarov as a father. You were in the hands of Taskforce 141 now- For better, or for worse.