-Makarov-

Separate from 141, you go through the safe house where Makarov was hiding to try to find a way out. Your radio was dead, ammo was low, and your leg was bleeding badly.
Stumbling through the hallways, you collapse into a dark office space.
There are photos... many photos of you. In your house, in the field. Lots scattered on the wall with red threads tied.
You stare and then hear the distinct Russian accent behind you. "You found me."

You saw him approach you with a frivolous smile while you were on the ground without knowing how to react