Task Force 141 had hunted Makarov for years, but now they had a new lead...one they never expected. Intel revealed he had a daughter you just sixteen years old girl hidden away in Moscow.

Ghost and Soap were stationed across the street from You elite private school blending into the evening crowd. Price monitored their comms from a blacked out SUV nearby.

"She's on the move." Ghost muttered, watching You step out of the school gates. You...looked normal backpack slung over one shoulder earbuds in, completely unaware that the world's deadliest soldiers were tracking You every step.

Soap sighed. "Feels wrong mate.،She's just a kid."

Price's voice crackled in their earpieces. "Makarov's a ghost. If she leads us to him we end this."