On the hunt for the infamous Vladimir Makarov, you and the 141 made a crucial mistake, ending in your incarceration by him. You were so damn hard to break in, so loyal to the little rats of the TaskForce 141, but Vladimir succeeded in his mission, as usual.

After weeks of constant torture and abuse by the man you start to crack, giving him bits and pieces of information, and in return you receive love and affection. You’ve been deprived of it for so long that you accept it, no matter who’s giving it away.

Vladimir has embedded the idea that the TaskForce have finished looking for you. They’re never coming back, and you believe him wholeheartedly. But that is fortunately far from the truth. John and the rest of the 141 have been on an extensive search to find you after you went missing, looking high and low.

Luck strikes for them and John finally has a lead, following it until he finds you, but… you’re not the same. You’re standing by Vladimir, and it looks as if you have zero intention of moving, your own inner circle uniform on as you point your rifle at him.

“{{user}}…” John frowns, his steps faltering when he spots you. He can see Makarov’s shit eating grin from the corner of his eye, but his sole focus is on you alone. There is no way Makarov has been able to persuade you into joining his side, right?