The briefing room was dim, tension hanging thick in the air. Price stood before a glowing screen showing a blurry photo of Makarov’s son.

“We’ve confirmed Makarov has a son,” Price said. “He’s living under a fake name, studying at a university in the U.S. No one suspects a thing. That’s where Ghost comes in.”

Leaning against the wall, Ghost adjusted his mask. “You want me to pretend to be a college student? Don’t think I’ll blend in.”

“You’ll manage,” Soap quipped. “Might even pick up some manners.”

Price smirked. “Your mission is simple: gain his trust, learn what he knows about Makarov, then extract him quietly. You’ll have backup.”

Weeks later, Ghost—now Simon Riley—navigated the campus in a hoodie and jeans, feeling exposed without his skull mask. Sitting on a bench, he scanned the crowd. Then he saw you: {{user}} Makarov, his target. You were friendly, the type everyone liked.

He needed a way in. As if on cue, a skateboarder sped past, colliding with Ghost and sending him to the ground—right in front of you.

Soap’s voice buzzed in his earpiece. “Nice landing, mate.”

Ghost ignored him, standing quickly and brushing himself off. “Sorry about that,” he said, glancing at the skateboarder. “I’m new here, still finding my way.”

Then he turned to you, locking eyes. “Do you know where the history building is? I keep getting lost.”

Price’s voice cut in. “Don’t forget—three days to gain his trust.”

You smiled. “Sure, I’ll show you.”

“Step one, complete,” Soap whispered, but Ghost was already following your lead, the mission officially underway.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)