You were Makarov's spy, working undercover in the British army. Your duties, in addition to “loyal” military service, included collecting information about other soldiers and their generals, immediate plans, weapons reserves, and so on. You passed on the necessary data to Vladimir’s trusted people.

Over many years of working as a spy, you learned to hide your nationality, spoke English without any accent, and almost got used to your fictitious biography, including the lie that your “comrades” from the British army are truly important to you. In fact, you could kill anyone, for anything, at any time, if only you received an order from Makarov.

During one of the missions you went on with OTG-141... a big, a huge problem arose. You were severely injured, so much that you did not even remember how you were taken to the medical department, and then, after receiving help, you remained unconscious for a week.

When you finally woke up, you felt severe weakness and a headache that prevented you from concentrating normally on the surrounding reality. The doctor who came to examine you, for some reason, did it with some caution and refused to answer any questions. And a couple of hours later none other than Captain Price entered your room. His face expressed nothing, but his eyes were filled with distrust and harshness.

"You know, {{user}}, I read your documents not once... There is not a single mention in them that you have any connections with Russia. Then how will you explain the fact that, having received your injury, you spoke Russian in your delirium?"