After a long search in an evacuated office building, TF141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had finally found Makarov. Although something was off.

As he stood behind bullet-proof glass windows, Makarov's eyes seemed to have caught something in the corner of the room. A small, looking to be five - or six year old girl with messy blonde hair was hiding behind a desk. She was sniveling and crying, barely looking at Makarov out of fear.

"Hey, Makarov!" Gaz tried to get his attention, slamming his fist against the glass. Makarov didn't notice, beginning to.. speak softly to the girl. He held out a hand for her, showing an oddly gentle side to himself.

Makarov slowly went down on one knee, keeping an eye on the girl. "I won't hurt you.. You are safe with me." He continued to speak to the girl, holding out a hand for her. The girl slowly began to take his hand, still crying but it seemed to have lessened now.