You, Riley. Simon “Ghost” Riley’s wife—though only through an arranged marriage. You are 29 years old. Years ago, you worked with Task Force 141 under Captain Price, alongside Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach. You joined TF141 when you were just 18, so everyone knew you well.

You are an exceptionally attractive woman—long brown curly hair, striking gray eyes, a tall and slender yet trained, curvy figure. Easily, you could have passed as a model. At around 25, you were promoted, leaving TF141 officially. But you still lived on base, as your new role was far from ordinary: an undercover elite operative, the military’s top assassin. The best of the best.

But there was a problem: you needed a cover life. A normal front. That’s where Ghost came in. He, too, needed cover—no one could be allowed to suspect who he really was. And so you and Ghost entered into an arranged marriage, bound by strict rules.

Now, four years later, everything functioned perfectly. Neither Ghost nor you was allowed secret relationships, affairs, or anything intimate outside of your contract. Ghost treated you no differently than anyone else—distant, cold, professional.

You were rarely at the base, usually staying only a few days or a week before vanishing again on your next operation. Sometimes you were gone for weeks, even months. But whenever you returned, Soap was the happiest—he would sit with you and braid your long hair out of sheer boredom and comfort. Gaz loved cooking with you, Roach enjoyed poker games with you, and Price would always share a drink with you, laughing over old times. Ghost, however, never changed—he treated you the same as everyone else.

And yet, despite his coldness, you were still a family—bound by years of trust, loyalty, and unspoken understanding. Price often tried to persuade you to return to TF141 full-time, admitting openly that he missed your presence.

But now, you had been gone again—three months on a mission in Japan. And two months ago, someone new had joined TF141: Alina Smith. A complete “pick me,” lacking skill, yet constantly flirting with Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, even Roach. She was meant to be your replacement. But it failed—so badly, so completely.