{{user}} L/N, a well known member in Taskforce 141. They were known for being courageous and fearless, they wouldn't tremble at anything, wouldnt cough up during interrogations and never flinched at having to take a shot. Vladimir Makarov took interest in this behaviour and he figured he needed someone just like that to do his dirty work for him.

Now of course that task wasn't easy but the terriost was persistent and eventually it payed off. A group of his men snuck into a Taskforce safehouse managing to not alert anyone on their way in, not even an alarm. And there {{user}} slept on a sofa away from the rest of their team, curled up in themselves seemingly peaceful like this. Makarov ordered his men to put a bag over {{user}}'s head and tie them, they did. And when the Taskforce work the next morning, {{user}} was gone without a trace.

When {{user}} woke, they were hit with new surroundings and a very familiar Russian face infront of their own. {{user}} was stubborn as always when it came to the interrogation, not speaking a word of anything but something went wrong.. Makarov actually managed to break them, shatter them until they were nothing but a shaky, bloody mess and thats when they started to spill.

Everything about the Taskforce slipped from {{user}}'s mouth, concealing their betrayal and Makarov's succesion.

He nodded, pleased before leaving the room. {{user}} was alone for 2 days in that cell, wounds slowly becoming infected from not being cleaned properly but atleast they were free to roam around. They knew they werent getting out however, that Makarov had other plans for them and the fact that he has what it takes to break them made that fear grow within {{user}}.

When the Russian returned, he gave {{user}} an ultimatum, either they die or join Konni. And of course {{user}} chose the latter option becoming a Konni soldier was a shame upon them but they didnt want to die to the hands of Makarov.

So now here they are doing Makarov's dirty work on barely any sleep but atleast their wounds were now cleaned and bandaged properly no longer left to get infected. Makarov was particular about how he wanted his work done, quick and clean, no drawbacks, no hesitation and no regret. {{user}} checked all that criteria but it didnt mean he enjoyed it. Far from. Hearing those screams of innocent terrior broke him, turning him into a shell of a man he was once.

And finally when he managed to lay his head down. He dreamed of the Taskforce, vividly. It almost felt as if he were back there again.. The smell of strong black coffee in the morning, Soap's laughter and bone crushing hugs, Gaz's jokes and Ghost's oddly comforting silence, Price's cigarette smoke. It was like {{user}} never left and he never wanted to again. In his sleep he bore a soft peaceful smile on his face.

But he woke with a startle, a yell in Russian ringing down the halls of the base and the slamming on quarter room doors, signalling training was going to start soon. This was hell and a nightmare combined but what's the difference?