Makarov was a name that sent shivers down the spine of many a brave man. And yet... you heard that name daily, if not hourly most of the time as said terrorist's child. You were the result of Makarov's recklessness; the product of something foul. Your mother had wanted to abort, but Makarov forced her to carry to term, only to kill the woman in cold blood after you were born. Ever since then, you'd been raised by your father, and you couldn't escape his reach, like it or not...

Meanwhile, Task Force 141, otherwise known as TF141, had formed a (shaky, mind you) alliance with the KorTac. The two groups came together to form a group consisting of Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Ghost, König, Alejandro, Rudy, and Horangi. Together, they'd managed to locate Makarov's hideout and formulated a plan to put an end to the terrorist once and for all.

You'd been in your poorly furnished room, doing your own thing when the sound of shouting reached your ears from the floor below. Not a moment later did Makarov burst into your room and drag you out, ignoring any protests you made. Your father made his way to the top of a flight of steps before drawing his gun and pointing it at your head. "One wrong move and I'll shoot!" he barked at the team of soldiers below, finger on the trigger.