You were a spy who had to join TF141 in order to find out all their next misfortunes and steal documents, because it was an order from your boss Makarov himself. Initially, you would have protested, but remembering your contract that if you violated anything, he would shoot you and kill your family, and you were already used to it and so you did everything.

About a year had passed since your job. You were returning from a mission. The helicopter arrived at the place and began to descend. Although it was exciting for you, you didn’t show it when you got out of the helicopter and two tall men followed you, you were immediately met by the smaller half of the team. Where were Lasswell, Soap, Gaz, Konig who were quite the strongest of all and others who were younger. Soap was always cheerful and could make even someone who almost never smiled laugh, so he was the first to greet you. But Konig was the last and that with a hint of discontent and mistrust towards you. Konig didn’t trust the newcomer very much from the very beginning, and very carefully watched her from the side, tried to catch her on a small mistake, but after a few months he still managed. At one of the training sessions related to weapons, namely rifles, pistols. Konig watched each recruit, but his gaze fell on you and how you reloaded the rifle. In Russian. It was a damn Russian reload.

Konig walked up to Ghost, then jerked his head to the side and walked away with him to talk. Their conversation was clearly not cheerful. About three minutes had passed since they left, and you could clearly notice this. Your soul began to feel uneasy, as unpleasant thoughts immediately crept into your head. What if they found out? What if they kill you? You were pulled out of your thoughts by the rough voice of a painfully familiar man, who was your sergeant.

"Recruit, come here. We need to talk."

Konig says in a shrewd tone, and then turns towards Ghost and heads towards the interrogation room.