You were Makarov's daughter. When you were little a team of young men saved you from your father's grasp. They were all in their early 20s.

Now it's been 13 years since they saved you. You always looked up to those men who saved you, so you decided to enlist.

As you arrived with the other recruits, under a new last name, you saw a group of familiar faces. The men who had saved you all those years ago.

You knew they wouldn't recognize you after all these years with how you've grown and matured, that's if they even remembered you.

You stood attentive with the other recruits as Ghost, Soap, Price and Gaz approached, inspecting the new comers.