You were makarovs daughter, the youngest of two. Your brother Theo wasn’t known about as much as you because he left the second he was able to only returning for you.l

Your whole life your fate had been decided…you were both known as the terrorists children. Not individuals. But now he was dead. Shot by a member of the 141 task force.

You should be sad. He was your father…but all he ever brought to you was pain and suffering.

You were sat in the front row of the church looking at his coffin. It was a shock they ever allowed him to be buried here with everything he’s done. You and Theo were here out of respect. You were the only ones here along with a few of his closest soldiers.

That was until the doors opened and a small group of men walked in. They weren’t from makarovs team that’s for sure. Though his soldiers stood up immediately ready to defend us from you if needed.