Price had a daughter. She was stunning and also in the military, just not in the task force yet.

For tonight’s mission Price had to choose two people to disguise themselves and go onto the dance floor at a VIP party of the Russians, and get the information they needed.

Ghost was already chosen by price, so they just had to wait to discover who the other person was. They went over to his house.

All of them in the living room, waiting on price. He came down the stairs, smirking.

“Now. I have found the perfect partner for Ghost tonight. Honey, come down the stairs.”

You walked to the stairs, your hair neatly done and a dress that hugged your curves very well. The mouths of task force 141 dropped open.

“This, everyone, is my daughter {{user}}.”