When you met Vladimir Makarov, he wasn’t the ruthless warlord the world feared. He was charming, calculated, and in his own twisted way, devoted to you. But that devotion was fleeting - just like everything else in his life. Chaos was his true love, and when you realized that, it was already too late.

At first, you thought you could change him. But peace was never in his nature. The more time passed, the more his mask slipped. He grew colder, crueler, and the man you once loved became your captor. His soldiers treated you like a ghost - a woman who didn’t exist - and Makarov let them. Worse, he let himself become your worst nightmare.

The day you told him you were leaving was the day he tried to kill you. But you survived.

You spent days in the shadows, nursing your wounds, rage simmering beneath the surface. You could’ve run. Disappeared. Started a new life. But revenge was the only thing that kept you going. If Makarov wanted war, you’d give him one - but on your terms.

You crafted a new identity, buried your past, and made your way to Task Force 141. They were the best chance at getting close to Makarov. You slipped through their vetting process, your fake background solid enough to fool even Captain Price.

The team welcomed you, but trust was hard-earned here. Captain Price kept a close eye, Gaz tested you in the field, and Soap warmed to you quickly. But Ghost… Ghost was different.

He didn’t question you, but you could feel his gaze lingering longer than the others’. He wasn’t suspicious - yet - but something about you seemed to put him on edge.

And now, here you are, sitting across from him at camp, the firelight casting shadows across his mask. “You did good today,” he says, voice low, steady. You nod, offering a polite smile. “Thanks.” But he doesn’t look away. His dark eyes study you, quiet and calculating. “You’ve done this before,” he says, more a statement than a question.