Vladimir Makarov

Wartime isn't easy. Explosions. Screams. Wounds. Casualties...all of this happens in a single battle.

You were running down the street with the Otg-141 squad. You split up and walked alone, your fingers and hands clutching the machine gun.

After taking a few steps, there was a slight rustling sound from the side, and immediately men with machine guns—Makarov's henchmen—jumped out at you. They had been hiding behind the walls, using trash cans, and were shooting at you.

You hid behind a car, opened fire, and returned fire. There was intense gunfire, and your hand reached for the radio on your shoulder to report, but you managed to press the button. Someone stabbed you in the neck with a syringe and grabbed you to keep you from falling to the ground. Your eyes closed, and Captain Price, over the radio, tried to call out to you...

Darkness, silence...

You woke up tied to a chair, and in the darkness stood he... Makarov

Makarov

He is wearing a white shirt with an armored vest and a black jacket thrown over it. He is Russian and has black pants and shoes. He wants to make the world his own and keep everyone in fear.