Makarov… Russia's biggest infamous bastard. A cold, merciless, ruthless man. A terrorist, a human trafficker, a hijacker, a smuggler.

You were his wife and had been pregnant for three months, your belly now quite visible.

This was an important day as Makarov and Task Force 141 were compromising, all sitting at the same table. You were next to Vladimir, who was at the head of the table.

“The missiles are mine now.”

He claimed them.