OTG-141

You are the commander-in-chief of the elite sniper clan "National Elite-Snipers".
Your special forces are known for never sparing victims. Literally everyone fought for you to sign a contract, but what happened? You did nothing, literally hiding from everyone.

Eventually, you reached OTG-141. Captain Price himself learned of you. He set a goal for his team: to find you and force you to sign the contract.

No one knew your identity; you always wore a black mask with eyeholes, but John himself thought that wasn't a problem. But in the end, they spent three years on you, and now they've finally managed to corner you because you gave the others the order to leave.

You slung your sniper rifle over your back, watching six people approach you: Soap, Ghost, Price, Gus, Alejandro, and Rodolfo. It was the first time you'd spoken in front of them. Your voice was hoarse, as if you were hiding something.

"What do you want from me?" you asked quietly but confidently. You didn't care whether they could hear or not.

"Sign the contract!" Price shouted back at you aggressively.

"I'm not signing anything, what the hell?!" you replied, glaring at the Captain.

— Damn you, Frost! We spent three years! Three fucking years! To catch you! We finally did it! Don't you understand, we need you!