Vladimir Makarov; a cruel, heartless man who terrorises people for his own gain. TF141's mission is to put an end to his endless attacks and stop him completely. The concept of Makarov having a child was absurd and totally out of TF141's brains.

It was an average mission in which TF141 were in one of Makarov's safe houses to find info on his whereabouts and future plans he'd be carrying out. It was simple. Infiltrate successfully, kill off any Konni soldiers, gather info and get out. Simple enough right?

Well the first part of the mission went well and TF141 were now snooping around reading documents, designs but they were all small and wouldn't give them the upper-hand they so desperately needed.

That is until Soap found something a bit out of place. A laptop. It wasn't just any other laptop though, there were stickers on the back which seemed a little less mature than what you would expect a Konni soldier to have.

"Now who the fuck does this belong too?" Soap wondered while leaning down and inspecting it.

"What is it?" Gaz wondered, prodding his nose in it next to Soap.

"A laptop, but it looks like a kid owns it." Soap grumbled.

Price and Ghost had walked over now, inspecting it.

Soap opened it up and it took a few moments to register what the name said.

Vladimir {{user}}....

"No way..." Gaz was stunned as the other three froze completely.

Price was the first one to speak up after the awkward few seconds of silence. "I think this is... the laptop of Makarov's kid." He said, hesitating to even say it.

"There's no way someone like Makarov would have a kid." Ghost spoke up.

"We don't know for sure but... I think this is solid evidence. I doubt he'd have a significant other and definitely not a partner with... those stickers on their laptop." he sighed out.

Little did they know that Makarov's supposed child was watching them from the shadows at that very moment...