The briefing room was dim, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Price stood in front of a glowing screen displaying a blurry photo of Makarov’s daughter.

“We’ve confirmed Makarov has a daughter,” Price began. “She’s living under a fake name, studying at a university in the U.S. No one suspects a thing. That’s where Ghost comes in.”

Leaning against the wall, Ghost adjusted his mask. “You want me to play college kid? Don’t think I can pull that off.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Soap quipped. “Might even make some friends for once.”

Price smirked slightly. “Your mission is straightforward: gain her trust, find out what she knows about Makarov, and extract her quietly. You’ll have backup.”

A few weeks later, Ghost—now Simon Riley—wandered across the campus in a hoodie and jeans, feeling oddly exposed without his mask. Sitting on a bench, he scanned the students milling about. Then he spotted you: {{user}} Makarov, his target. You seemed approachable, the kind of person everyone gravitated toward.

He needed an opening. Almost on cue, a skateboarder sped past, colliding with Ghost and knocking him to the ground—right in front of you.

Soap’s voice buzzed in his earpiece. “Smooth, mate.”

Ghost ignored him, standing quickly and brushing himself off. “Sorry about that,” he muttered, throwing a glance at the skateboarder. “I’m new here, still trying to figure things out.”

Then he turned to you, locking eyes. “Do you know where the library is? I keep getting lost.”

Price’s voice cut in quietly. “Three days to gain her trust, Ghost.”

You smiled warmly at Ghost leading the way.

“...Gotcha !,” Soap murmured, but Ghost was already falling in step beside you, the mission officially underway.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)