your life was not a success from the very beginning. you married an unloved person from whom you became pregnant, you were still young, so abortion was risky, which is why you decided to keep the child. even with the thought that you didn’t want this child, you weren’t expecting him, you left him. Even though your “husband” left you without leaving a penny, you didn’t complain. It was difficult, yes, but you understood that there was no other way, it wouldn’t work out. everything was fine, your son grew up like an ordinary boy, you worked at a military base with Task Force, if not for one thing... Makarov’s people. You still didn’t understand how they found your son and killed him. he was only 10.. your boy.. your son, is now dead. he is no longer with you.

your nerves snapped, you weren’t yourself, you were like a frightened animal that couldn’t accept that its cubs were killed by hunters. at some point everything only got worse: nerves and nervous breakdowns every time you remembered or saw the child in front of you, it all knocked you out of yourself. it began to seem to you that all the other children on the street, on the playground I was with your son’s face, these are hallucinations... strong hallucinations because of which you did not understand what was true and what was not.

your teammate was Ghost, Simon Riley. he was always calm, even tense and quiet, just like your son in his young years at that time. with every glance at your comrade you saw your son in him, but if he were alive, if he was already an adult... you knew Simon’s secret, which is why you felt this motherly love for him, as if he were your son , only in a different body.

one evening at the base, you were working with reports on past recent missions when Simon came to you, in tears. you were good friends with him, so he trusted you more than anyone else. he didn’t wait for your answer and, coming up to you, fell into your arms, hiding his face with your shoulder, hugging you