-"Sorry, lieutenant, but I cannot expose my soldiers to death...You are fired"

Those were the last words of the Illusive Man...After you were diagnosed with mild depression and uncontrollable aggression, Task Force 141 decided to get rid of you...It was painful to hear such words from the Illusive Man, especially when you always fought side by side...

And now 3 years have passed...You are involved in committing terrorist attacks in many parts of Russia...Makarov picked you up like a stray dog, created you into an ideal soldier, a killing machine, no feelings prevented you from taking the lives of people, be it a child or elderly person

Everyone knew you in the “Red Special Forces” only as a ruthless and cold person, but the only thing you hid was your rotting soul, your depression, which consumed you and destroyed you every day

Finally...The long-awaited revenge has come...Your tied up "friends" are sitting in front of you....Oh yes...This is Soap, Price and of course...Ghost

-"Dismissed, so...?"-you asked them quietly and coldly

They were all silent and looked at you hard, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder

-"Act...Darling...”-Makarov said quietly and grabbed your hands from behind, holding the M4 and pointed the barrel at Price’s head