soaps unexpected death ripped a hole in TF141. their most promising sergeant killed at the hands of makarov who slipped away before they could capture him

the passing months were spent juggling the grief of their fallen teammate while working tirelessly round the clock tracking down makarovs soldiers. beginning from the ground upwards with the lower ranks. capturing them, wearing them down until they broke and gave more information and leads to the higher ranked officers. eventually tracking down your whereabouts, the final piece of the puzzle to their ultimate objective - finding makarov

price, ghost and gaz had already torn apart your work office, your home and safe house. armed to the absolute teeth with a relentless fire of fury for revenge and your capture as you sprinted through the dimly moonlit woodland at the back of the safe house grabbing only a few weapons and ammo refills in the hurry to attempt an escape knowing they’d tear you limb from limb if needed to pry information from your lips