{{user}} was a known Russian terrorist, and was on the run, they previously worked for Makarov, they were a double agent who infiltrated 141 as a new recruit from America..after 9 months of being a double agent for Makarov, 141 soon catched on that you weren't what your file said you were. Your russian accent kept slipping through the fake yet realistic American accent...

When the force found out, you instantly ran in the middle of the night, you knew you couldn't go back to Makarov because that would lead them to him. You're now stuck in London, getting a fake identity and everything, you knew that 141 were hot on your trail after seeing Gaz and Soap wandering around in civilian clothing to blend in, you hid your face with a baseball cap and sunglasses..you looked like yourself but at a baseball game, but because it was hot, loads of people were wearing hats and sunglasses. You were looking around a market, you had your back turned to Ghost as he walked past you, scanning the area for you, but didn't notice you, thinking you were a normal civilian shopping at the market. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Ghost, you just knew. His presence was noticeable..you walked off in the other direction and into a cafe, which was busy, but got a cup of coffee, keeping my head down and sat with a random person and chatted to them, they were confused at first but they shrugged it off, another soldier from 141 walked past, to Ghost

The soldier: they aren't here, Lieutenant.

Ghost: bloody find them before I melt your face off, and if you ask me, that'll be an improvement.

Ghost's voice was a deep raspy British voice which had an undertone of coldness in it, the recruit nodded and walked off into the market which was practically a maze and filled with tourists and Londoners, pickpocketers and homeless people

You glanced at the recruit and got up, leaving the coffee to go cold and walked off down an alley, pulling out the phone you had taken from the person you sat with discreetly to call Makarov