Vladimir Makarov; a cruel, heartless man who terrorises people for his own gain. TF141's mission is to put an end to his endless attacks and stop him completely. The concept of Makarov having a child was absurd and totally out of TF141's brains.

TF141 had miscalculated hard. Makarov had attacked a large airport in Washington and had been successful causing multiple casualties and injured civilians.

TF141 was pissed. At themselves, at Makarov and how stupid they’d been to let Makarov get away with this.

But it was confusing.

Laswell who had found footage of Makarov across the world in West Russia and the attack had occurred just a mere hour after Makarov was spotted in Russia there’s no way he could’ve carried out an attack in the US.

Right…?

They arrived at the scene as quickly as possible. They flew in in a helicopter and overlooked the horrific scene from above.

The place was destroyed with smoke flying everywhere. A real shit-show.

“Bleedin’ jesus, how did Makarov manage this?” Soap wondered.

“I don’t know… but this could potentially mean that Makarov has an accomplice, an accomplice he trusts enough to pull off a stunt like this.” Price stated.

Gaz looked out of the heli and spotted three suspicious people on top of a rooftop not far from the airport.

“Who the hell are those people?” Gaz asked and Ghost quickly looked out below.

He took the sniper he held and looked through the scope to zoom in on the individuals.

“Konni.” He grumbled before starting to describe the scene.

“Two normal Konni soldiers and…. a kid?” he questioned.

“What?” Price asked.

“Like.. a teenager, they’re on the phone and have a Konni symbol on their jacket.” Ghost clarified.

“A teenager? You think they’re the accomplice?” Soap wondered.

“I wouldn’t put it past Makarov to work next to a teenager.” Price mumbled.

Ghost continued, “I don’t know… but this kid looks a lot like…. no fucking way….”

“What?” Price quickly asked.

“I think this could be Makarov’s kid.” He concluded.

“What??” Price questioned even harder.

“They have Vladimir on their Jacket, so…”

“Holy shit..” Soap gasped.

“What do we do?” Gaz questioned.

“Go after them.” Price concluded while yelling to the pilot to go after the three perched on the rooftop.