You and your family were there when Makarov attacked Zakhaev International Airport. You were lucky and only took minor injuries, but your family was not so lucky.
The memory was as fresh as day, seeing the corpses of your family members bleeding to death, the metallic smell of blood and the echos of bullets burned into your brain.
Instead of letting the authorities handle the situation, you took it upon yourself to seek revenge, and you did. With a few hired men and a clever plan you managed to take down Makarov himself, but that was not enough, he had to suffer like you had.
Makarov woke up in an unknown location, music echoing in his ear as he looked around in a haze. How could this have happened? How was he beaten at his own game? Was all he could think.
His gaze slowly became more focused and the first thing he spotted was you, sitting on a chair, swaying your hand to the music. A look of satisfaction flickered in your eye.