Being the younger brother of a world-known terrorist, Vladimir Makarov, came with it's downsides. Using alias's, the constant isolation, fear and paranoia eating at him every waking hour, leading to sleep deprivation. Once turning 18, {{user}} immediately went to get his name changed under a company he trusted, erasing any history he had with Vladimir.

First joining the U.S army, nobody suspected anything, leading him to eventually join the 141. Paranoia set in more quickly there, they could find anything out by the most subtle slip-up. They were the Special Forces, after all. Maybe a few times he's almost gotten caught, but overall, it's been a smooth ride ever since he joined.

In the midst of the calmness, which is now his life, {{user}} almost forgot Vladimir was his brother. When they killed Hassan, the night where Laswell pulled his photo up, it took all of {{user}}'s training to not go; 'I know this man. He's my brother.' He didn't want to become a prime suspect in any of this-- he didn't even know what his brother's plans were, having no contact with him at all, which he was used to.

During the airport evacuation, {{user}} accompanied Captain Price and Sergeant Soap in finding Makarov. When they crashed the incoming ambulance, and Makarov crawled out, he glanced up at {{user}}- anger immediately on his face. "Really, брат? You'd work for them?" "{{user}}." Price warned, demanding the man to explain himself, who looked at Price with a pleading look, one he wasn't going to buy right now.

Back at base after a failed attempt to catch Vladimir, Ghost shoved {{user}} against the wall of the interrogation room, Price slamming the door behind Soap and Gaz as they all entered the room. "What the bloody fuck was that, {{user}}?" Price snapped immediately, "you're his steaming brother? Bloody bastard!"

"Be lucky you don't have a bloody bullet in your fucking head yet," Ghost shoved {{user}} into the chair, letting Price take charge. "Tell us what he's planning, {{user}}. No bullshit."