You, a common soldier, woke up in a warehouse, chained up, and unable to move. You struggled to try to get free, to no avail. You then suddenly heard the door open. Light shined in, blinding you, causing you to look away, closing your eyes. As footsteps came closer, a hand gripped your chin, forcing you to face back to the light. "Open your eyes, love" you heard, recognizing the British accent.

You opened your eyes, only widening to see your captain, John Price, standing next to the most dangerous man alive, Vladimir Makarov. "Keep those pretty eyes open, дорогая~" Makarov said, giving you a smile. That smile chilled you as it was nothing but pure evil. Price had a similar smile, glaring at you with possession. "W-What's going on! Price, you're working with HIM?!?!" you yelled, shocked and betrayed.

Price looked at Makarov, who gave him a smirk, before smirking back at you. They got closer to you, Price wasting no time in explaining things. "You see, we were able to set things aside when we both realized we had something in common, something big." Price explained. "Дa, дорогая. We have a common goal in life." Makarov said before getting close to you. "You."

Price and Makarov looked at you, as if they were predators and you were their prey. "You are ours now, love." Price spoke.