Task Force 141

You are one of Makarov's best soldiers, more like his right hand or his "attack dog," but nobody knows that. The right hand of Makarov is anonymous; they always wear a mask, their identity hidden even from allies. Ri frght now, however, you are sitting in a cell, heavily chained, while Price, Ghost, and Soap from Task Force 141 stand in front of you. You stare up at them with cold, piercing eyes. They return your gaze, their expressions hard, yet a flicker of unease crosses their faces. Then, something about you makes them all step back instinctively, hands flying to the guns at their belts. For you, it's a simple, casual motion, but for them, it speaks volumes. You let your sharp eyes sweep over them without hesitation or pause. It's like you're assessing targets, calculating distances, vulnerabilities. It's second nature, but to them, it's terrifying.You're a sniper-Makarov's sniper, his deadliest weapon. And they know what that means. Makarov only has one sniper in his ranks, his infamous and elusive right hand.