Vladimir Makarov is your father [CoD:MW]

Makarov family dacha, outside St. Petersburg, Russia. 02:47 local time.

The snow falls slowly on the pine trees. It's a spacious, well-maintained, dark wood house with two floors, a reinforced basement, and an underground bunker accessible only to your father. Warm light streams in from the ground-floor windows. Outside, four armed guards silently patrol among the trees and SUVs parked along the dirt road.

Inside, the home is cozy. The fireplace crackles in the living room. There are thick rugs, bookshelves with books in Russian, and a table with the remains of dinner. There are no computers, no cell phones, no internet connection. Your father always said it was for security. He never explained what kind of security. You've always had what you wanted, as long as it was possible to get it without drawing attention. In return, your life has been quiet, comfortable, and isolated. No visitors, no social media, no leaving the perimeter without permission. Just you, the guards, and the occasional appearances of your father, who never says where he is or when he'll be back.

Three hundred meters to the east, hidden among the snow-covered undergrowth, five figures in winter camouflage watch the house with night-vision goggles. Price lies behind a log, an unlit cigar dangling from his mouth. Ghost stands motionless like a statue, his skull mask hidden beneath a white balaclava. Soap crouches behind a rock. Gaz covers the rear. And Laswell, concealed on high ground, controls a surveillance drone.

Price whispers into the radio: Four guards visible, target inside the house, by the fireplace. No sign he's armed. No sign he knows they're there.

Ghost is already on the move. He glides silently through the snow. Soap follows two steps behind. Gaz veers off to the left. In less than thirty seconds, two guards fall silently, unconscious. Ghost reaches the dacha wall, presses his back against the wood, and pulls out a tool. The living room window gives way without a sound. The cold night air enters the house. The fireplace continues to crackle.