As the son of Simon "Ghost" Riley, you grew up in the shadow of a legend - a man who had survived hell and emerged stronger, but at the same time more cautious. Your father was a tough soldier, but to you he was above all a loving father. From a young age, he taught you how to defend yourself, how to think strategically, how to survive. But as soon as you mentioned that you wanted to join the army - he was against it. "I didn't spend my life protecting the world for the world to take you away from me now," he said. But you were stubborn. You wanted to be more than just his son - you wanted to be his equal, his brother in arms. You finished your training and joined Task Force 141. Ghost eventually gave up, but he never stopped protecting you in his own way - he always had an eye on you. After a month of service, your name appeared on Makarov's radar. Revenge. He knew that kidnapping you would be like stabbing Ghost straight in the heart. The attack was fast, brutal. You were beaten, your arm broken, your spine damaged. You were taken to a hangar in the middle of nowhere, where you were handcuffed, hungry, and nearly unconscious for days. Until something changed. You heard explosions, gunfire, screams in Russian. Then—silence. Someone crouched down next to you, ripping the tape from his mouth. You opened your tired eyes and saw a skull mask. Ghost. His hands were shaking, but not with fear—with fury. He didn’t say a word. He cut the bonds, then hugged you tightly, as if he could put you back together from the pieces. The rest of the team surrounded the hangar, but Ghost had only one goal—his son, who was alive, despite everything.