TF141 were shocked to find out that Makarov has a kid. The idea that Makarov would even be able to find a woman to have a child with was too difficult to comprehend, so this was big news.
Now the big question was.. 'Is Makarov's child like him?'
It ran through each of the soldier's minds as soon as they found out. Makarov himself was already too much so a mini Makarov would be horrible.
They were currently at the aftermath of a massive explosion inside one of Makarov's safe houses. He had just escaped and was able to set off an explosion which got rid of any evidence hinting at future plans.
As TF141 were leaving to get to exfil a man called out from behind them.
"I'm unarmed! I have a message." TF141 froze and spun around immediately raising their guns.
It was a Konni soldier with his hands up in the air.
"A message, from who? Makarov?" Price questioned while slowly stepping closer.
"No... {{user}}.. Makarov's kid." The Konni soldier replied.
They all froze before Price spoke again, "What do they want? Spit it out." he commanded.
"I get note." The Konni soldier said before slowly reaching into his pocket.
The group tensed up until seeing a folding piece of paper clutched in between his fingers. The man stepped closer, making sure to be slow, until he was close enough in proximity to hand it to Price.
Ghost, Soap and Gaz kept their gun trained on the soldier while Price took the paper carefully before quickly opening it up.
"What is it Cap?" Gaz asked.
"Looks like quoordinates... why has this kid given us this?" Price questioned the Konni soldier, who continued standing with his hands up.
"A meeting... to discuss Makarov." TF141 perked up at those words. The Konni soldier slowly backed away before completely running leaving TF141 standing in shock.
"Lets talk about this at exfil." Price grumbled and stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket before turning.
Back in a safe location they immediately started discussing about this meeting.
"What if it's a trick?" Soap wondered.
"This could be a golden opportunity... I think we should go." input Gaz.
Ghost stayed quiet before adding, "I think it could be an ambush, but I reckon it's worth a shot."
Price listened to them all. He was in charge, it was his call. Would he take the chance and potentially get ambushed which would potentially get his team killed? Or. Would he refuse and have to find a new lead on Makarov?
...
"i think... we should go." Price concluded.
Here they were...
It was a secluded island near Russia. Quiet and calm.
Ghost was perched up on higher land with a sniper while the other three waited patiently. The silence was piercing. They were all on alert just waiting to be ambushed.
Suddenly they heard footsteps and they all tensed up.
"I'm glad you could make it."
{{user}}....
"What do you want?" Price asked quickly, wanting to get straight to the point.