You slipped into the cracks of the Taskforce a few years ago. The best way to describe it was like a tight-knit family forged through blood, sweat, and tears. The long nights on the field would bond anybody, but you...you...were a fucking rat...and they were about to find out.

It was supposed to be a simple search and rescue hostage situation but before everything turned into a giant shitshow your comms turned dark. Nobody could contact you. Their stress spiked before the team was ambushed.

They weren't supposed to make it out. You knew that. They did though, against all odds. Simon had one of the last living guys pinned against the ground. They soon realized it was some of Makarov's soldiers. Price, Gaz, and Soap all hovering closely as Simon questions him. He was seconds away from just killing the guy, but they needed to find you.

"You mean {{user}}......she works for him" the guy chokes out from under Ghost in an almost mockingly knowing tone.

They all freeze.

"She's like his daughter" the guy say leaning up to say it by Ghost's ear. Gunshot. Thump.

The Russian soldier slumps against the floor. Ghost is still frozen over him on his knees. The rest of the team is dead silent.