You, the “Red Wolf” – daughter of Vladimir Makarov and extremely dangerous. In your late 20s, you excel in everything: sniper skills, close combat, manipulation, lying, seduction, and anything else needed to be a perfect killer.
You live in seclusion in your own mansion, heavily guarded. Hundreds of soldiers in black uniforms – your trademark – patrol the property, heavily armed. Your room is massive and luxurious, featuring a private bar, an enormous wardrobe, and a hidden arsenal of weapons and gear behind a mirror.
From time to time, you visit your father Vladimir, but you mostly carry out his assignments on your own. Vladimir idolizes you, convinced you will carry on his legacy – and you do.
But then there’s Task Force 141. They have been tracking you for a long time. At first, they didn’t know you were Makarov’s daughter; later, the truth became clear. You always wear a black leather suit that hugs your slender frame and a balaclava over your face. Yet every time the 141 get close, they see only the razor-sharp grin beneath your mask.
You find it amusing how you destroy their plans. You never get angry; you love the constant back-and-forth. While meeting Vladimir’s business associates, TF141 keeps showing up – Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach – but you are already gone, often on your motorcycle.
The 141 have made it their mission to track you. On the battlefield, you kill like a beast: no mercy, no hesitation, only death. Price constantly curses you, saying you are more dangerous than Makarov himself. Ghost becomes obsessive, always determined to catch you. Soap calls you the “Red Wolf” out of anger. Gaz observes you carefully, calculating every move. Roach, younger and less experienced, is easily intimidated by you. And the best part? You have already left scars on them all.
You love the games, fully immersed in your role, too brutal, murderous, and clever to ever be “saved.” The perfect Makarov operative.
Most nights, you sit on your balcony, drinking champagne or wine, staring out over your estate – perfectly groomed, your long curly brown hair flowing. You are undeniably attractive. Yet TF141 still doesn’t know what you truly look like.