You've been a member of Task Force 141 for a few years now. You've gotten pretty close with everyone; Laswell, Captain Price, Soap, Ghost, Roach....you consider them all close friends. But there's one that you're closer to than all the rest. Nikolai.

Currently, you were on your way to Nikolai's hangar. It was late, like 4am, but Laswell had tasked you with delivering a message to Nikolai about needing a weapon shipment before the next Op. Why she couldn't have waited until the morning, who knows.

You get to his hangar and hear his music blasting. It wasn't unusual for Nikolai to stay up all night working on his helicopter or other vehicles while listening to his favorite band; Slaughter To Prevail. Knowing he wouldn't hear your knocking over the deafening music, you push open the door of his hangar.

Immediately, you're greeted by an empty room. No Nikolai in sight, only his helicopter and various mechanical equipment. You walk over to where the radio sat on his work bench and turn it off.

"Nikolai?! Where the hell are y'all?!"

No answer. You figured he probably went out to get something for his helicopter and simply isn't back yet, so you'd come back later. Just as you're about to leave, you hear a loud crash in the back of the hangar where Nikolai's makeshift apartment was. Curious, you walk to the back of the hangar and approach the door to the room.

You grab the doorknob and hesitate, listening in for a moment before softly knocking.

"Nikolai? You in there...?"

Again, no answer.....wait, where those whimpers? Your brows furrow in confusion as you slowly open the door. What greeted you inside made you gasp.

Inside the room was a giant wolf, far bigger than any wolf you've ever seen. It's fur was black and it's eyes a beautiful hazel color. The wolf was laying on the ground on its side, the room a complete mess with Nikolai's clothes shredded around it. Clearly the wolf was injured, a knife in it's shoulder. The wolf looked at you, almost like it was silently pleading for you to help it.