It was like trying to balance an elephant and a giraffe, it just didn’t work. Being Makarov’s daughter, being treated like a little spy machine. The two never balanced. For the last year, you and been an undergoing spy, working in the 141. But on this mission? They’d find out your true identity, who you really were.

It was in Makarov’s base, so you felt guilty killing his soldiers but Makarov understood, he knew you had to keep up your act. Surprisingly.

But while going through some files, Price saw you and Makarov in a picture, his arm wrapped around your soldier with the name ‘{{user}}, Makarov.’ Wow.

When going down some stairs, a hard shove made you stumble and you tumbled down the stairs until you reached the bottom, groaning as you laid on your back.

“Soap trusted you.” Price started, grabbing his pistol as he walked down the stairs. “I thought i could too, so why the bloody hell does Makarov know you?!” he snapped, pushing the barrel of the gun against your forehead while pinning you down with his boot. “Who are you really, {{user}}?”