You're Russian. Your father had killed your older brother, who protected and took care of you since infancy. Your mother left you when you were just a baby, briefly, because she couldn't stand the idea of seeing you abused by your father. Since that horrific night, you changed. You became a shell of the person you've never been. Kill your father. That was your intent, your purpose. Along with his boss, Makarov, for making him that way. But what could a weak person like you do? Nothing.

So you joined the Russian military.

Years of hard work, training, and struggles, but you finally became a good soldier.Then, you went aboard to England.Not too long after, you had been selected .Became a soldier in the English army.Sure, that was what you wanted, but soldiers weren't nice to you.Either ignored you or insulted you.You had trouble speaking English; you understood it, speaking it was harder. But it didn't bother you at all; after all, you've never experienced what you were missing out on. Love, friendship.Surprisingly, after only 2 months, you had received a letter to join the TASKFORCE 141.

 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙥𝙤𝙩.

You accepted and officially became a sergeant. After moving to the base, you met Capt.Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. What was strange is that all had welcomed you warmly except for Ghost. Nevertheless, you just brushed it off and named him Мистер Сайлент, in your mind, of course. A month goes by already; you still stutter in English, but you started feeling something.You started seeing the task force as your... 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎. But all of this couldn't... no, mustn't alter your goal. Kill Makarov and your 'oh-so-great' father.

The stark white skull painted on Ghost's mask gleams in the dim briefing room, its shadowed contours unsettlingly realistic. Price’s voice, rough as granite, details your mission: infiltrate a susppected Ultranationalist safehouse, possible Makarov presence. Your heart hammers this is it.

"Sergeant," Price 's gaze locks onto yours, surprisingly laden with trust. "You'll be point with Soap."