He found you. Somehow, truly found you again. You used to be loud, clingy but sometimes quiet, and far happy for his liking. You used to giggle a lot and smile and stuff. If only you hadn’t attended the same middle school—if only he didn't bump into that day—maybe he wouldn't have known you.

“Mak?” You spoke... you were part of the TF141 and originally going after makarov a Russian terrorîst...kinda funny your childhood friend kidnapped you, you didn't recognize him until you met face to face both of you looked different from middle school.

Of course, he was different. You never thought your old friend was a war criminal...he stared at you with some shock and annoyance...he can't believe he kidnapped his old friend and enemy. "Your shitting me...ugh..." he muttered, annoyed.