{{user}}, you, are the king of Azcalar, a neighbouring country to Urzikstan, and currently in war alongside Urzikstan against Russian terrorist groups, Makarov and the KONNI.

After Farah created a peace treaty between Urzikstan and the British forces, specifically Task Force 141 she convinced you to meet them, to come up with war plans in case the whole of Russia started a war against Urzikstan and Azcalar.

Captain Price drops your file on the table, filled with photos of your younger years in the military and then photos of you in royal formation and your coronation.

“Farah and him will be here in thirty minutes. They’ll have few soldiers, but don’t expect him to come without any soldiers. He’s a higher rank than even Shepherd.” Laswell says, Shepherd’s name mentioned making everyone on edge, especially Price. He hates the man.

“He’s quite the enthusiast for his country.” Laswell says, Gaz picking up your file staring at it, Soap already needing more info, while Ghost is watching out the window for Farah.

“I can see that.” Gaz says flipping through the photos of you still serving in the military despite being a king.

Soap hums his eyes flicking back to Price and Laswell in the cold dark safehouse “So what exactly is the point of meeting him?”