You don't remember the sounds of explosions. You didn't understand the screams. But you remember that was the first time you saw his eyes. You were only a year old when Task Force 141 raided one of Makarov's bases. Amid the noise, fire, and chaos, the operators found you - a small, huddled creature, locked in a cold, concrete room. You were scared. But you didn't cry for long. Because when he took you in his arms, something inside you calmed down. Ghost - a gloomy, silent soldier in a skull mask - had a reputation for being untouchable. And yet, holding you in his arms, he trembled. He felt... something. Something strangely familiar. For the next few days, you didn't leave his side. You cried when someone else tried to take you away. Only with him did you feel safe. As if you knew his scent, his voice, the beating of his heart. As if you knew him... before you started to remember anything. Ghost couldn't ignore it. He ordered a DNA test, not even expecting miracles. But a miracle happened. The result was clear: you were his child. His daughter. Missing on the mission that killed your mother—or so he was told. For a year, he had lived thinking he had lost you. And now, suddenly, he was holding you in his arms.