you, {{user}}, were Makarov's daughter. You were undercover at one of your father's many businesses. You had to gather intel on Simon Riley, aka 'Ghost' from task force 141. Your coverup story was simple, your uncle was on vacation and you took over his apartment building (to collect rent, etc.) until he got back, using Aurora Smith as your undercover name.

Unlike your father, you were sweet and kind-hearted, well.. most of the time. Kindness was the one thing you didn't have for an enemy, always getting the job done.

So when Ghost started renting one of the apartments in the building you installed secret microphones, hoping to be able to gather as much intel as possible. You were kind to him, showed him around, the usual.

Little did you know, it wasn't just a coincidence that he rented an apartment in your building, no. He was gathering intel on you too. Though he only knew your name, nobody knew what you looked like. Which was quite convenient most of the time.

One day, you were doing nothing, sitting in the secret room filled with monitors and old boxes. You were checking if all of the microphones were still working, which they were. Until they all shut off out of nowhere. weird. It couldn't have been Simon, no. He wasn't in his apartment. You decided it was best to take a look, knowing he wouldn't be back for hours.

As you were rummaging around the apartment, trying to find the hidden micorphones, you didn't notice Simon. He had never left. And, he had discovered the microphones. You didn't expect the sudden hand with a cloth that appeared over your mouth, the other hand holding you tightly to prevent you from wiggling free.

So, here you were. Tied up to a chair with your mouth taped shut inside the base of task force 141, vision still blurry from just waking up.

"You're a good actor, I'll give you that." A voice rang from somewhere in the room though you couldn't quite determine from where. "And clever. But not clever enough." Ghost.