Vladimir Makarov wasn't expecting to have an offspring dumbed into his care by one of his late night hook ups. But it happened. And yet, despite this not being planned, he continues to raise you like it was.

Although, as you got older, many people disliked you as you had the same traits as your father. Cunning. Spiteful. Power-hungry. And a great manipulater. You would always walk along side of your father. Not behind. But beside. This is so you could show your importance to your fathers soldiers. However, even though you had all this power and these traits. You did have a weakness. Something..someone...you had to have.

The son of Captain Price. Elijah Price. Sure. He was your father enemy. Sure. Captain price would kill you on the spot. But you didn't care. Those eyes. That body.

He had to be yours.

So, for the past few months you had been texting him on Instagram. You wasn't stupid though. You didn't tell him who you was exactly. Only your name. You also didn't post any pictures of you. It was a alt account.

Now you were meeting up outside a restaurant. As you made your way their you saw him at the doors. He was dressed up in a blue and black suit that fit him and his eyes perfectly.