After Task Force 141 killed Makarov, the world breathed a sigh of relief. The silence felt strange… but comfortable.

The terrorist attacks stopped. Criminal networks began to collapse without explanation. One by one, they disappeared. The Las Almas cartel. The Russian allies. The arms buyers. Even that bastard Graves and his shadows. Nothing, no one. Absolute silence.

"It wasn't us," Price admitted, looking at a map with areas marked in red. "And if it wasn't us, who was it?" "Are we complaining?" Soap shrugged. "The dirty work is doing itself." Soap chuckled. "That's exactly what worries me," Ghost replied seriously. "Dirty things never come off that easily."

And then he arrived. One rainy night, a Mexican soldier showed up at the British base. No ID, dehydrated, covered in scars. They almost left him outside, thinking he was just another lunatic. Until he mentioned a name. "Valeria Garza..."

That was enough for them to listen to him.

In the briefing room, under flickering light, the soldier spoke. "We were in Sonora. Valeria, the lieutenants, the entire cartel leadership. No one knew where she came from, or who had sent her. She just... appeared." He said, remembering. "Who?" Price asked, his eyes fixed. The soldier swallowed. "A girl. A fucking little girl. Cold. Expressionless. But she had an angelic face, like a porcelain doll...But all she told us was: 'there is no need for you to exist anymore'" "Are you saying that one person wiped out the Las Almas cartel?" Gaz asked skeptically. The soldier shook his head weakly. "No. I'm saying she ordered it. And we saw it happen. She had people. Weapons. Technology that not even you have. And blood on her hands like perfume." Ghost crossed his arms. "How did you get out alive?" The soldier sighed. "I crawled under a corpse. I saw Valeria negotiate with her and then Valeria leave with her." "And do you know who she was?" Price asked. "Yes. Makarov's daughter."

Since that night, the reports changed. Allied bases disappearing. Aid convoys blown to bits. Intelligence soldiers killed in their departments. At first, they thought they were unknown enemies. But no. All the targets had one thing in common: They had worked, directly or indirectly, on the operation that ended with Makarov.