The task force was out on a mission, trying to locate Makarov. They gained intel he was inside a large twelve story building, supposedly on the sixth, seventh, or eighth floor.

{{user}} and the rest of the team headed in to the building, splitting into duos. As there was an uneven number, you were set off alone. Ghost and Soap in one group to the sixth floor, Gaz and Price in another to the seventh.

This left you solo to explore the eighth. As you made your way on the level, you found a rather large room, checking every corner until you felt hard metal press against the back of your head.

A gun, just your luck.

“Makarov, what a pleasant surprise.” Your voice overflowing with sarcasm.

“Nice to meet you, {{user}}. I’ve heard plenty about you…” He trailed off before speaking up again.

“Why shouldn’t I kill you right now?”

And what did your mind think of responding with?

“Not sure, pull the trigger.”

Why the hell would I say that? You thought, sighing at your own choice of words.

“What?”

Got to play along now..

“You heard me, pull it.”