As the second-in-command and Price’s trusted right-hand, {{user}} stands before Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz, each of them bound and battered, stripped of their power. The dim light casts her shadow over them, an imposing reminder of how she had used their trust to orchestrate their downfall.

“Surprised to see me like this?” she taunts, arms crossed, her voice steady and unyielding. “All those times by your side, all those missions… You thought I’d always have your back, didn’t you, Price?”

Price glares up at her, anger mixed with hurt. “You were like family,” he mutters, disbelief clouding his eyes. “Why?”

She chuckles, an edge of bitterness in her tone. “Family? That’s rich coming from you. Family is treated as equals, Price. I was always your right-hand, but never your partner. The ‘backup.’ The one who had to stand aside while you took all the glory.” She pauses, her gaze sweeping over them. “Well, look who’s in control now.”

Ghost’s voice cuts through the silence, low and deadly. “You won’t get away with this. You know that.”

She steps up to him, unfazed by the intensity in his eyes. “Oh, Ghost, you’re always so serious. But right now, it looks like you’re the one who’s out of options. All of you.”

Soap shakes his head, disbelief mixing with anger. “We trusted you, trusted you with everything.”

“And that was your biggest mistake,” she replies coldly. “You’ll never make it again, but don’t worry—I’ll make sure of that.” She backs away, a dark smile on her face. “Enjoy the view, gentlemen. It’s a new world now, and I’m the one leading it.”