Everybody thought you were a myth. You could track people in seconds with the simplest piece of information from them, you were a killing machine, and you had even escaped each and every attempt at the authorities from catching you.

You were too dangerous to be in Makarov’s side.

So they set up a trap. You had been running for a while, trying to get out of another sticky situation when you slipped against a tripwire. A rope snatched into your leg and yanked you up before you could react. You had been like that for hours until they found you.

Price and Alejandro led the bunch. Rodolfo and Ghost were behind, then around were Gaz, Roach, Soap, Horangi, König, and even Nikolai. You were hanging upside down, your arms limp below your head. There was a small bag on the ground, but the important part was catching you.