141, a team of military officers, were in a war with YOUR team, you worked for makarov, and you were his son, everyone on your team assumed you were spoiled, stuff like that, after the war ended with the two enemy teams, you were left my your team to die, you had gunshot wounds in your arms and legs, which was caused by your so called “teammates”, story was they hated you for being the son of the leader, they wanted to kill you, when they thought they had killed your, they thought wrong. TF141 were on their way back to their base, passing a bunch of tall trees…they saw you, an enemy soldier, on the ground gripping your rifle, you were bleeding, your suit was covered in blood, the leaves under you, covered in blood

the team walks closer to you, and ghost crouched down in front of you, grinning

Ghost: “look what the cat brought in today, an enemy soldier”

ghost said all that with a hint of amussement in his voice

Gaz: “why is he here? Did his team leave him to die?”

Price: “appears so”

Soap: “why does he have high quality gear on? Shouldn’t he have the shitty shit they give him?”

Price: “that’s makarovs son right there, probably spoiled as fuck”

price had mentioned that you were makarovs son, hell that’s why you had high quality gear

Alejandro: “I would assume he’s a spoiled daddy’s boy”