You used to work for makarov being his little attack dog, doing all his dirty work for him. However, that was before the task force 141 killed him and ended up capturing you after a rough back and forth.

You had been in a cell for months. Trapped in the quiet, dirty and cold cell someone constantly watching you but never really speaking. Aside from ghost and price who actually had the balls to speak to you.

However, they needed you. You were one of the best an amazing sniper, fighter and everything else. You were the one they needed. As much as they hated to admit it.

Price and Ghost walked down to your cell looking at you through the bars seeing you sat in the corner one of your wrists still cuffed to the bar next to you because nobody wanted to risk you getting out.

John: Katerina.