Born to a Chernarussian mother and a Chechen father, Makarov's life was chaotic at first. Makarov's father was a prolific fighter during both the first and second Chechen wars. Growing up during this time was a cruel and unusual time, forcing Makarov into a more mature position in his household. He had to become the man his father couldn't be while at war. He watched as life he knew it dissolved, bombing after bombing, artillery strike after artillery strike, all he loved was taken from him. His father was the first to go, he died during the first Russian advance to Grozny. Sadly, this news wouldn't reach him for months. Then came the airstrikes, his mother and sister gone in a moment, right before his eyes. Knowing nothing but loss and devastation Makarov looked for something to call family. All he could find was a small group of like minded men, willing to fight the war of attrition it would take to repel these men from their lands, and so they did. They were active during the Groznyian Insurgency. His small group of fighters carried out small attacks against infrastructure, attempting to cripple the main supply routes the Russians were using for their push. Overtime Makarov realized he was more useful behind a set of tools than his gun. He set to work, crafting the explosives they would use to fight for freedom. This put a target on his back, which eventually led to a series of air campaigns seeking to destroy his facility. During an attempt on his life in 2009, he fled the country, using the cover of his workshop, now turned into rubble to escape. He went to his Mother's homeland, Chernarus in search of peace and prosperity. However the infection was just the opposite, hiding in the black mountains he recruited others with him. Naming themselves the Sons and Daughters of Chernarus, they sought to spread the will of Allah by the end of their blades, and the reach of their Kalashnikov's.